Benaiah was watching intently as the fight promoter haggled over how many men would go against his peculiar slave.
The number five kept coming up but what Benaiah was seeing was the fight promoter holding out for a better money wager and it looked like he was playing all sides against the middle covering his potential losses.
It was quite obvious he was not concerned about his slave, he seemed to have supreme confidence in him and was just working the crowd and the wagers.
It looked like they were going to settle on five guys, with swords, against the peculiar slave.
The fight promoter seemed a bit dejected that he could not get a better wager or more straight up money for the next round of fighting.
“That’s not right…”Â
Benaiah was thinking to himself.
He has seen these fights before they are barbaric and that being when it is only one on one. Now they want to send in five men against one, who is chained up, “That’s just not right,” Benaiah was getting a bad feeling in his stomach. He had come to admire the peculiar slave and the way he moved and the quiet strength of his presence.
The men moved in and the peculiar slave positioned himself with his chain post to his back and right. This kept the other men in a crescent shape in front of him and to his left…
Benaiah realized this moved the men away from the buried stick and the crowd was not going to get any closer due to the danger and so the stick was safe for now.
There was a brief pause between combatants. Like when two dogs meet and freeze looking at each other, sizing each other up and then…
BAM!
The first man to make a charge was a diversion but the peculiar slave was well aware of how the man was moving and instead of going for the fake the peculiar slave flashed forward, right toward the diversion and got in real close, too close, and the man could not utilize the edge of his sword he could only swing short and wild to try and keep the peculiar slave off of him.
The peculiar slave’s tactic was brilliant and the other four men hesitated and became separated, two on either side of the chain and now they had their backs to the chain post.
He then very expertly dispatched his close quarters opponent, grabbed his sword and tossed it out of the fight ring!
At that there was a loud roar from the crowd, maybe now they were anticipating a loss.
Then… another roar, different, guttural. A man’s roar.
From in the back a man came down from the makeshift amphitheater seating. Benaiah was very surprised. This man was calling for a stop to the fight and he was making his way to the fight circle.
Benaiah could not believe the size of this man, all of seven feet if he was an inch. He towered above everyone else, even The Hittite, though The Hittite was not acting amazed like every one else.
“What is it about that Hittite,” Benaiah thought to himself.
The giant of a man came to the edge of the fight circle. Benaiah could see he was a very large Egyptian carrying an even larger spear.Â
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