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[Asimov]

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"You are angry..," spoke the Atalan Bloodroot sternly, turning his back on the former gladiator. "I can feel it as clearly as you do in your own mind."

Thrusting one of Equinox's two blades into the ground, the Atalan turned back toward the man with a flash of his red eyes. "Soon you will learn to feel what your brethren around you are feeling. Soon you will be in tune, as one, with the rest of us," the Bloodroot stated matter of factly. "As beings that draw our strength from emotion, feeling that which your ally feels," he paused, "...is a skill most beneficial in combat. It is a skill you will master."

Taking two steps forward and flexing his chest, Trillin exclaimed, "I will do NOTHING until you tell me who you are. I am THANAT..."

Interrupted by a forearm to the throat, Trillin was quickly driven back and pinned against the wall by the Atalan. The Bloodroot had deftly lunged forward, knocking the gladiator off balance. As the Atalan reached his other hand backward, Equinox leapt from the ground into his open grasp.

"My name is Asimov, General of the Atalan Warbreed, and you WILL do EXACTLY as you are told, because neither I nor the burning blood coursing through your veins will allow otherwise," Asimov spat back at Trillin, eyes flashing red as he accentuated his words. "Your stance is weak, you are slow, you place too much weight on your front foot, and you telegraph your movements," the Bloodroot sneered. "I am no mere gladiator, and while our race's natural abilities have allowed you to survive, I will teach you how to kill."

Spinning the double bladed staff in his right hand, Asimov took a step back and crouched slightly, releasing Trillin from the wall by removing his forearm from the man's neck and replacing it with the tip of Equinox.

"And you are incorrect," the Atalan General continued. "You are not Thanatos...nor have you ever been Thanatos," he said, rising to stand full height in front of the gladiator while releasing his grip on Equinox, allowing it to dissipate in a sudden burst of flowing, smokey air. "You are Trillin of the Atalan," Asimov said with glowing red eyes. "It is time for you to stop fighting with children and start preparing for war."

"The blood that has been burning inside you, urging you to find me...is a part of a process called the Bloodfyre Summoning," the General spoke. "And it guides an Atalan to their true calling."

Moving the corner of the room, the Bloodroot picked up a shadow-iron spear that was leaning against the wall.

"Much like the spear you wielded to mount your escape, you move without fear to lead a charge head on into your enemy," the Atalan smirked...tossing the weapon to Trillin. "No longer will you fight at the whim of mere humans looking for coin," Asimov said staring at his new soldier.


"From now on you fight as the Spearhead for me."