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Daxos had been looking forward to this day for a week now. Ever since day one the young lord had been nothing but a massive pain in the ass for the soldier, and now it was time for payback. After receiving the orders from the Baron to have the man-child be put through the wringer, now was finally the day where he could cause trouble for the young lord.
He strutted through the hall towards Silanos' bedchambers with vigor and confidence holding a pitcher full of water. It was still in the early hours of the morning and the soldier was sure that the boy had only fallen asleep maybe an hour or two ago. That didn't matter to him. A soldier was up early and stayed up late. Sleep was a luxury in the military, you took it when you could. The younger Valaoritis will learn quickly.
With each step closer to the bedchamber, he felt such exhilaration pulse throughout his body. He nodded and smiled at servants that he passed by. They looked at him with much interest. It wasn't often that the large soldier had such a smile on his face. He often walked around the manor with a scowl.
Eventually, he turned the corner to the wing at which the man-child had his chambers and walked up to the door. An old lady, the same that yelled at him for giving the young lord alcohol, waved her hands wildly, "No he's just fell asleep! No!" She rushed over to the soldier and tried to push him out of the way, but Daxos held firm against the small woman.
"This has been a long time coming, and this comes directly from the Baron himself." Daxos lightly pushed the woman aside with an apologetic face. He understood her concerns, the younger Valaoritis brother was often a cranky son of a bitch when he woke. He knew the boy had suffered from nightmares, though he didn't know why. He could sometimes hear him thrashing around when he awoke, but he never checked on him. It was not right to intrude on the man's personal problems.
Daxos took a deep breath and kicked the door open. It opened with a loud thwack. The sound reverberated down the hallway and into the room and Daxos could hear a few exclamations from down the hallway. He noted the young lord was passed out over a table, the smell of wine on him brought anger to Daxos. Ever since the Baron got on him about the alcohol, he rarely gave the boy some. He must have snuck down and grabbed himself when Daxos was asleep himself.
He took the pitcher over to the table where the young lord slept and emptied its contents onto the lord's head and face, "WAKE UP LORD SILANOS! IT'S TIME TO GET MOVING!" He bellowed loudly slamming the empty pitcher down on the table next to the young lord's face. "YOU WANTED TO RUN THE OTHER DAY?! WELL, WE ARE GOING TO RUN! MOVE!" He barked the last one as an order, glad of his newfound power that he could, in fact, actually boss him around when it came to military matters. He hadn't told the young lord himself, but regardless, when he awoke he would shove the parchment the Baron wrote in his face containing his orders and Silanos' punishment. This was going to be the most fun Daxos had since coming to Midas.
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Daxos had been looking forward to this day for a week now. Ever since day one the young lord had been nothing but a massive pain in the ass for the soldier, and now it was time for payback. After receiving the orders from the Baron to have the man-child be put through the wringer, now was finally the day where he could cause trouble for the young lord.
He strutted through the hall towards Silanos' bedchambers with vigor and confidence holding a pitcher full of water. It was still in the early hours of the morning and the soldier was sure that the boy had only fallen asleep maybe an hour or two ago. That didn't matter to him. A soldier was up early and stayed up late. Sleep was a luxury in the military, you took it when you could. The younger Valaoritis will learn quickly.
With each step closer to the bedchamber, he felt such exhilaration pulse throughout his body. He nodded and smiled at servants that he passed by. They looked at him with much interest. It wasn't often that the large soldier had such a smile on his face. He often walked around the manor with a scowl.
Eventually, he turned the corner to the wing at which the man-child had his chambers and walked up to the door. An old lady, the same that yelled at him for giving the young lord alcohol, waved her hands wildly, "No he's just fell asleep! No!" She rushed over to the soldier and tried to push him out of the way, but Daxos held firm against the small woman.
"This has been a long time coming, and this comes directly from the Baron himself." Daxos lightly pushed the woman aside with an apologetic face. He understood her concerns, the younger Valaoritis brother was often a cranky son of a bitch when he woke. He knew the boy had suffered from nightmares, though he didn't know why. He could sometimes hear him thrashing around when he awoke, but he never checked on him. It was not right to intrude on the man's personal problems.
Daxos took a deep breath and kicked the door open. It opened with a loud thwack. The sound reverberated down the hallway and into the room and Daxos could hear a few exclamations from down the hallway. He noted the young lord was passed out over a table, the smell of wine on him brought anger to Daxos. Ever since the Baron got on him about the alcohol, he rarely gave the boy some. He must have snuck down and grabbed himself when Daxos was asleep himself.
He took the pitcher over to the table where the young lord slept and emptied its contents onto the lord's head and face, "WAKE UP LORD SILANOS! IT'S TIME TO GET MOVING!" He bellowed loudly slamming the empty pitcher down on the table next to the young lord's face. "YOU WANTED TO RUN THE OTHER DAY?! WELL, WE ARE GOING TO RUN! MOVE!" He barked the last one as an order, glad of his newfound power that he could, in fact, actually boss him around when it came to military matters. He hadn't told the young lord himself, but regardless, when he awoke he would shove the parchment the Baron wrote in his face containing his orders and Silanos' punishment. This was going to be the most fun Daxos had since coming to Midas.
Daxos had been looking forward to this day for a week now. Ever since day one the young lord had been nothing but a massive pain in the ass for the soldier, and now it was time for payback. After receiving the orders from the Baron to have the man-child be put through the wringer, now was finally the day where he could cause trouble for the young lord.
He strutted through the hall towards Silanos' bedchambers with vigor and confidence holding a pitcher full of water. It was still in the early hours of the morning and the soldier was sure that the boy had only fallen asleep maybe an hour or two ago. That didn't matter to him. A soldier was up early and stayed up late. Sleep was a luxury in the military, you took it when you could. The younger Valaoritis will learn quickly.
With each step closer to the bedchamber, he felt such exhilaration pulse throughout his body. He nodded and smiled at servants that he passed by. They looked at him with much interest. It wasn't often that the large soldier had such a smile on his face. He often walked around the manor with a scowl.
Eventually, he turned the corner to the wing at which the man-child had his chambers and walked up to the door. An old lady, the same that yelled at him for giving the young lord alcohol, waved her hands wildly, "No he's just fell asleep! No!" She rushed over to the soldier and tried to push him out of the way, but Daxos held firm against the small woman.
"This has been a long time coming, and this comes directly from the Baron himself." Daxos lightly pushed the woman aside with an apologetic face. He understood her concerns, the younger Valaoritis brother was often a cranky son of a bitch when he woke. He knew the boy had suffered from nightmares, though he didn't know why. He could sometimes hear him thrashing around when he awoke, but he never checked on him. It was not right to intrude on the man's personal problems.
Daxos took a deep breath and kicked the door open. It opened with a loud thwack. The sound reverberated down the hallway and into the room and Daxos could hear a few exclamations from down the hallway. He noted the young lord was passed out over a table, the smell of wine on him brought anger to Daxos. Ever since the Baron got on him about the alcohol, he rarely gave the boy some. He must have snuck down and grabbed himself when Daxos was asleep himself.
He took the pitcher over to the table where the young lord slept and emptied its contents onto the lord's head and face, "WAKE UP LORD SILANOS! IT'S TIME TO GET MOVING!" He bellowed loudly slamming the empty pitcher down on the table next to the young lord's face. "YOU WANTED TO RUN THE OTHER DAY?! WELL, WE ARE GOING TO RUN! MOVE!" He barked the last one as an order, glad of his newfound power that he could, in fact, actually boss him around when it came to military matters. He hadn't told the young lord himself, but regardless, when he awoke he would shove the parchment the Baron wrote in his face containing his orders and Silanos' punishment. This was going to be the most fun Daxos had since coming to Midas.
Silanos was asleep. Really asleep, the kind that he only achieved when he’d pushed himself to the limits of his endurance and then swallowed a skinful of wine. Which is why, had Daxos chosen a less brutal form of wake up call for the young lord, he might have been hard pressed to get a response. But as it was, the guard seemed to be taking some sort of malevolent glee in his latest task, and as the cold water landed in a shower upon it’s unsuspecting victim, he was rewarded for his efforts.
Sil jerked awake, shot his head up off the table and looked around in bewliderement, rivulets of water running down his face, off his hair and in icy streams down beneath his collar. He spluttered his confusion, entirely disoriented and shocked into wakefulness well before he was ready.
Yelling? Someone was yelling, and there was banging and his head was pounding and fuck, he was cold. And wet. Why the fuck was he wet? As he slowly gathered his senses to him, Silanos turned to see Daxos, and his expression shifted from confused to furious quicker than he could blink the water out of his eyes.
“What the in the actual name of fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spat out, pushing angrily to his feet, and realising quite quickly that the wine made him unsteady upon them. Even so, his gaze tracked from the empty jug Daxos held to the puddle that surrounded him, and Sil pushed wet strands of hair off his face before spitting his wrath at the soldier. “You go too far. You can fucking go running by yourself you whore’s backwash. Get out.”
Blearily, the Lord moved away from the table, feeling his muscles complain at the contorted position he had fallen asleep in. It couldn’t even be seven. Why in Hades was he even awake? He wanted nothing more than to fall face down onto the klimtos and let sleep claim him again, he thought he might even be able to ignore the cold damp of his hair and shirt. But as he turned, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Daxos, unbelievably not having left despite the very clear order he’d been given.
He glared at him, his gaze dropping to a parchment the soldier held and then returning to the smug expression upon his face. “Oh what now?” he said scathingly, moving to snatch it from the man’s hand, trying to make his eyes focus on the script which could only belong to his brother. What else would have the guard be so fucking cocksure.
Silanos read it once. And then again because he didnt trust his brain to have caught up properly yet. And then he read it a third time because he still couldn’t fucking believe it. Anger sparked from a damp- and cold- ember to a bright and furious flame again as the younger lord Valaoritis absorbed not only the dictates laid down by his brother, but the slight that there was also. That he wasn't good enough. He fisted his hand, the parchment crumpling within. “We’ll see about this” he muttered, and stalked past the soldier towards the door, raising his voice as he went.
“Timaeus!” He did not care if he woke the whole house, his brother had started this nonsense, and now Sil was damn well going to tell him where he could shove it. “My Lord Baron. Rise and Shine. I have words for you!”
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Silanos was asleep. Really asleep, the kind that he only achieved when he’d pushed himself to the limits of his endurance and then swallowed a skinful of wine. Which is why, had Daxos chosen a less brutal form of wake up call for the young lord, he might have been hard pressed to get a response. But as it was, the guard seemed to be taking some sort of malevolent glee in his latest task, and as the cold water landed in a shower upon it’s unsuspecting victim, he was rewarded for his efforts.
Sil jerked awake, shot his head up off the table and looked around in bewliderement, rivulets of water running down his face, off his hair and in icy streams down beneath his collar. He spluttered his confusion, entirely disoriented and shocked into wakefulness well before he was ready.
Yelling? Someone was yelling, and there was banging and his head was pounding and fuck, he was cold. And wet. Why the fuck was he wet? As he slowly gathered his senses to him, Silanos turned to see Daxos, and his expression shifted from confused to furious quicker than he could blink the water out of his eyes.
“What the in the actual name of fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spat out, pushing angrily to his feet, and realising quite quickly that the wine made him unsteady upon them. Even so, his gaze tracked from the empty jug Daxos held to the puddle that surrounded him, and Sil pushed wet strands of hair off his face before spitting his wrath at the soldier. “You go too far. You can fucking go running by yourself you whore’s backwash. Get out.”
Blearily, the Lord moved away from the table, feeling his muscles complain at the contorted position he had fallen asleep in. It couldn’t even be seven. Why in Hades was he even awake? He wanted nothing more than to fall face down onto the klimtos and let sleep claim him again, he thought he might even be able to ignore the cold damp of his hair and shirt. But as he turned, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Daxos, unbelievably not having left despite the very clear order he’d been given.
He glared at him, his gaze dropping to a parchment the soldier held and then returning to the smug expression upon his face. “Oh what now?” he said scathingly, moving to snatch it from the man’s hand, trying to make his eyes focus on the script which could only belong to his brother. What else would have the guard be so fucking cocksure.
Silanos read it once. And then again because he didnt trust his brain to have caught up properly yet. And then he read it a third time because he still couldn’t fucking believe it. Anger sparked from a damp- and cold- ember to a bright and furious flame again as the younger lord Valaoritis absorbed not only the dictates laid down by his brother, but the slight that there was also. That he wasn't good enough. He fisted his hand, the parchment crumpling within. “We’ll see about this” he muttered, and stalked past the soldier towards the door, raising his voice as he went.
“Timaeus!” He did not care if he woke the whole house, his brother had started this nonsense, and now Sil was damn well going to tell him where he could shove it. “My Lord Baron. Rise and Shine. I have words for you!”
Silanos was asleep. Really asleep, the kind that he only achieved when he’d pushed himself to the limits of his endurance and then swallowed a skinful of wine. Which is why, had Daxos chosen a less brutal form of wake up call for the young lord, he might have been hard pressed to get a response. But as it was, the guard seemed to be taking some sort of malevolent glee in his latest task, and as the cold water landed in a shower upon it’s unsuspecting victim, he was rewarded for his efforts.
Sil jerked awake, shot his head up off the table and looked around in bewliderement, rivulets of water running down his face, off his hair and in icy streams down beneath his collar. He spluttered his confusion, entirely disoriented and shocked into wakefulness well before he was ready.
Yelling? Someone was yelling, and there was banging and his head was pounding and fuck, he was cold. And wet. Why the fuck was he wet? As he slowly gathered his senses to him, Silanos turned to see Daxos, and his expression shifted from confused to furious quicker than he could blink the water out of his eyes.
“What the in the actual name of fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spat out, pushing angrily to his feet, and realising quite quickly that the wine made him unsteady upon them. Even so, his gaze tracked from the empty jug Daxos held to the puddle that surrounded him, and Sil pushed wet strands of hair off his face before spitting his wrath at the soldier. “You go too far. You can fucking go running by yourself you whore’s backwash. Get out.”
Blearily, the Lord moved away from the table, feeling his muscles complain at the contorted position he had fallen asleep in. It couldn’t even be seven. Why in Hades was he even awake? He wanted nothing more than to fall face down onto the klimtos and let sleep claim him again, he thought he might even be able to ignore the cold damp of his hair and shirt. But as he turned, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Daxos, unbelievably not having left despite the very clear order he’d been given.
He glared at him, his gaze dropping to a parchment the soldier held and then returning to the smug expression upon his face. “Oh what now?” he said scathingly, moving to snatch it from the man’s hand, trying to make his eyes focus on the script which could only belong to his brother. What else would have the guard be so fucking cocksure.
Silanos read it once. And then again because he didnt trust his brain to have caught up properly yet. And then he read it a third time because he still couldn’t fucking believe it. Anger sparked from a damp- and cold- ember to a bright and furious flame again as the younger lord Valaoritis absorbed not only the dictates laid down by his brother, but the slight that there was also. That he wasn't good enough. He fisted his hand, the parchment crumpling within. “We’ll see about this” he muttered, and stalked past the soldier towards the door, raising his voice as he went.
“Timaeus!” He did not care if he woke the whole house, his brother had started this nonsense, and now Sil was damn well going to tell him where he could shove it. “My Lord Baron. Rise and Shine. I have words for you!”
Daxos felt an intense glee at the young lord's reaction to his rude awakening. The aggression and anger that he had been feeling under the man-child's abuse could have ended very poorly for both of them, but now, thanks to the Baron, he could find a good outlet for his grievances. Not healthy per se, but good for his being.
Daxos didn't feel it necessary to respond to any of Silanos' insults, for he would just add it onto the punishment that the young lord would be subjected to. He was to be treated as a common soldier and the veteran knew what that entailed.
Daxos stood quietly with a smirk on his face as the young lord read the parchment over and over. The look of disbelief and what Daxos assumed was dismay sent waves of guilty pleasure through his body. This was going to be a wonderful day. The man-child would surely know the struggles of what it meant to be a man.
When the parchment was crushed in the young lord's hand, Daxos stared in disbelief. He did nothing as the young lord stalked past him. It wasn't until the young lord started yelling loudly before he came back to his senses. He rushed out into the hallway after the man-child. The anger and hatred building up in his chest like a raging fire.
He intercepted the man-child and blocked him from further access into the hallway, his eyes burning dark with hatred as he pushed the young lord back, "Listen hear you fucking maggot." His voice was low and venomous. The soldier clasped Silanos arm that held the parchment and he began to squeeze until the young lord had dropped the parchment, "You fucking tell me why you think you're entitled to any of the baron's time? Because you're his brother? That's a fucking joke. He's your godsdamn liege, this is his fucking writing. You pushed him to this, after all the chances he gave you."
The large soldier pushed Silanos once more staring down in contempt with a snarl on his face, "You will go through with this, and if you dare try to wake the baron, not only will I make your training a living hell, but I will fucking manhandle you worse than before. I fucking dare you to try me." At this point he had shoved Silanos against the wall, his hands squeezing the young lord's shoulders as tight as he could.
"Now, maggot, you will fucking do as you're told, or I'll make you do it. Do. You. Understand. Me. Maggot?" The pure rage that poured out of each of his words was evident as the soldier's body was shaking. Daxos' face was only inches from the young lord's. He would not be denied today.
Daxos eased up on the man's shoulders, "Now, shall we do this the easy way? Or the hard way? Because believe me, if you want to do this the hard way, I will make your fucking life hell. You think your brother is tyrannical? Wait until you piss me off. I'll make sure you wish you were dead." Daxos had never felt more powerful in this moment. Never once in his entire life did he expect to be talking to a nobleman with such contempt and it brought a grim satisfaction through his body.
Daxos finally let go of the boy before continuing, "Now, we're headed to the barracks to meet up with Captain Maleos. I said we're going to fucking run. Do you know what we're going to do? Hmmm?" Daxos leaned back into the young lord's face waiting for his response. After it was given he gave the lord an evil smile, "We're going to fucking run all the way from here, to there. YOU GOT THAT MAGGOT!" He screamed the last words into the face of Silanos as the spit flew from his mouth.
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Daxos felt an intense glee at the young lord's reaction to his rude awakening. The aggression and anger that he had been feeling under the man-child's abuse could have ended very poorly for both of them, but now, thanks to the Baron, he could find a good outlet for his grievances. Not healthy per se, but good for his being.
Daxos didn't feel it necessary to respond to any of Silanos' insults, for he would just add it onto the punishment that the young lord would be subjected to. He was to be treated as a common soldier and the veteran knew what that entailed.
Daxos stood quietly with a smirk on his face as the young lord read the parchment over and over. The look of disbelief and what Daxos assumed was dismay sent waves of guilty pleasure through his body. This was going to be a wonderful day. The man-child would surely know the struggles of what it meant to be a man.
When the parchment was crushed in the young lord's hand, Daxos stared in disbelief. He did nothing as the young lord stalked past him. It wasn't until the young lord started yelling loudly before he came back to his senses. He rushed out into the hallway after the man-child. The anger and hatred building up in his chest like a raging fire.
He intercepted the man-child and blocked him from further access into the hallway, his eyes burning dark with hatred as he pushed the young lord back, "Listen hear you fucking maggot." His voice was low and venomous. The soldier clasped Silanos arm that held the parchment and he began to squeeze until the young lord had dropped the parchment, "You fucking tell me why you think you're entitled to any of the baron's time? Because you're his brother? That's a fucking joke. He's your godsdamn liege, this is his fucking writing. You pushed him to this, after all the chances he gave you."
The large soldier pushed Silanos once more staring down in contempt with a snarl on his face, "You will go through with this, and if you dare try to wake the baron, not only will I make your training a living hell, but I will fucking manhandle you worse than before. I fucking dare you to try me." At this point he had shoved Silanos against the wall, his hands squeezing the young lord's shoulders as tight as he could.
"Now, maggot, you will fucking do as you're told, or I'll make you do it. Do. You. Understand. Me. Maggot?" The pure rage that poured out of each of his words was evident as the soldier's body was shaking. Daxos' face was only inches from the young lord's. He would not be denied today.
Daxos eased up on the man's shoulders, "Now, shall we do this the easy way? Or the hard way? Because believe me, if you want to do this the hard way, I will make your fucking life hell. You think your brother is tyrannical? Wait until you piss me off. I'll make sure you wish you were dead." Daxos had never felt more powerful in this moment. Never once in his entire life did he expect to be talking to a nobleman with such contempt and it brought a grim satisfaction through his body.
Daxos finally let go of the boy before continuing, "Now, we're headed to the barracks to meet up with Captain Maleos. I said we're going to fucking run. Do you know what we're going to do? Hmmm?" Daxos leaned back into the young lord's face waiting for his response. After it was given he gave the lord an evil smile, "We're going to fucking run all the way from here, to there. YOU GOT THAT MAGGOT!" He screamed the last words into the face of Silanos as the spit flew from his mouth.
Daxos felt an intense glee at the young lord's reaction to his rude awakening. The aggression and anger that he had been feeling under the man-child's abuse could have ended very poorly for both of them, but now, thanks to the Baron, he could find a good outlet for his grievances. Not healthy per se, but good for his being.
Daxos didn't feel it necessary to respond to any of Silanos' insults, for he would just add it onto the punishment that the young lord would be subjected to. He was to be treated as a common soldier and the veteran knew what that entailed.
Daxos stood quietly with a smirk on his face as the young lord read the parchment over and over. The look of disbelief and what Daxos assumed was dismay sent waves of guilty pleasure through his body. This was going to be a wonderful day. The man-child would surely know the struggles of what it meant to be a man.
When the parchment was crushed in the young lord's hand, Daxos stared in disbelief. He did nothing as the young lord stalked past him. It wasn't until the young lord started yelling loudly before he came back to his senses. He rushed out into the hallway after the man-child. The anger and hatred building up in his chest like a raging fire.
He intercepted the man-child and blocked him from further access into the hallway, his eyes burning dark with hatred as he pushed the young lord back, "Listen hear you fucking maggot." His voice was low and venomous. The soldier clasped Silanos arm that held the parchment and he began to squeeze until the young lord had dropped the parchment, "You fucking tell me why you think you're entitled to any of the baron's time? Because you're his brother? That's a fucking joke. He's your godsdamn liege, this is his fucking writing. You pushed him to this, after all the chances he gave you."
The large soldier pushed Silanos once more staring down in contempt with a snarl on his face, "You will go through with this, and if you dare try to wake the baron, not only will I make your training a living hell, but I will fucking manhandle you worse than before. I fucking dare you to try me." At this point he had shoved Silanos against the wall, his hands squeezing the young lord's shoulders as tight as he could.
"Now, maggot, you will fucking do as you're told, or I'll make you do it. Do. You. Understand. Me. Maggot?" The pure rage that poured out of each of his words was evident as the soldier's body was shaking. Daxos' face was only inches from the young lord's. He would not be denied today.
Daxos eased up on the man's shoulders, "Now, shall we do this the easy way? Or the hard way? Because believe me, if you want to do this the hard way, I will make your fucking life hell. You think your brother is tyrannical? Wait until you piss me off. I'll make sure you wish you were dead." Daxos had never felt more powerful in this moment. Never once in his entire life did he expect to be talking to a nobleman with such contempt and it brought a grim satisfaction through his body.
Daxos finally let go of the boy before continuing, "Now, we're headed to the barracks to meet up with Captain Maleos. I said we're going to fucking run. Do you know what we're going to do? Hmmm?" Daxos leaned back into the young lord's face waiting for his response. After it was given he gave the lord an evil smile, "We're going to fucking run all the way from here, to there. YOU GOT THAT MAGGOT!" He screamed the last words into the face of Silanos as the spit flew from his mouth.
He had not made it far towards his brother’s chambers when the lout of a soldier caught up with him. Whatever in roads Silanos had thought they had made towards civility were gone now, and he went to shoulder past the man, only to find his arm caught in a vice like grip, the pressure slowly increasing. The insult, the language that the guard dared employ with him shocked Sil almost as much as the bruising grip around his bicep, and he let go of the parchment, feeling crowded and daunted by Daxos’ looming presence. “Take your hands off me” he cast out wildly, pulling against the man’s hold but for once his orders seemed to fall on deaf ears, and as the young lord stood in the onslaught of Daxos’ fury, he froze up, stunned by the audacity the guard showed.
There was no one coming to stop the man, and the threat in his words was underscored in the crushing grip he took on Silanos’s shoulders. Pressed against the wall, the lord could feel his bones grind against one another and craned his neck away from the venom that the soldier spouted.Any retort he might have made was swallowed as he closed his mouth to prevent crying out, still stunned that the soldier would dare speak to him so.
The shock only lasted so long though. After being ripped from sleep so ungently, and with wine still clouding his thoughts, Silanos’ rational mind was a little out of his reach just then. Instead he was as a cornered animal, and there was nothing in him that wanted to comply with the hurled orders of the one responsible.
How dare he? How fucking DARE he?!
The thump of blood in his ears was almost deafening then, Daxos’ speech becoming muffled and distant. Even Sil’s breath was coming fast, the lord’s instincts overriding what could have been considered common sense in his situation.At the most simplistic of levels- which was where his sleep-deprived, alcohol-soaked, panicked mind was operating, Daxos was not a friendly proposition. He was violent and unpleasant and Sil just knew he did not want to go anywhere with the man who was barking orders at him. It seemed like a bad idea.
Feeling the pressure on his shoulders release a little, the younger man struggled wildly to get free even as the soldier’s threats continued in a low buzz.
With little regard to the fact that Daxos outweighed and out-muscled him, the lord shoved against his chest “Just get the fuck out of my face” he bit out, looking over the guard’s shoulder as if waiting for some rescue. The easy way, it seemed, was not a concept the young Lord Valaoritis could comprehend in such circumstances.
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He had not made it far towards his brother’s chambers when the lout of a soldier caught up with him. Whatever in roads Silanos had thought they had made towards civility were gone now, and he went to shoulder past the man, only to find his arm caught in a vice like grip, the pressure slowly increasing. The insult, the language that the guard dared employ with him shocked Sil almost as much as the bruising grip around his bicep, and he let go of the parchment, feeling crowded and daunted by Daxos’ looming presence. “Take your hands off me” he cast out wildly, pulling against the man’s hold but for once his orders seemed to fall on deaf ears, and as the young lord stood in the onslaught of Daxos’ fury, he froze up, stunned by the audacity the guard showed.
There was no one coming to stop the man, and the threat in his words was underscored in the crushing grip he took on Silanos’s shoulders. Pressed against the wall, the lord could feel his bones grind against one another and craned his neck away from the venom that the soldier spouted.Any retort he might have made was swallowed as he closed his mouth to prevent crying out, still stunned that the soldier would dare speak to him so.
The shock only lasted so long though. After being ripped from sleep so ungently, and with wine still clouding his thoughts, Silanos’ rational mind was a little out of his reach just then. Instead he was as a cornered animal, and there was nothing in him that wanted to comply with the hurled orders of the one responsible.
How dare he? How fucking DARE he?!
The thump of blood in his ears was almost deafening then, Daxos’ speech becoming muffled and distant. Even Sil’s breath was coming fast, the lord’s instincts overriding what could have been considered common sense in his situation.At the most simplistic of levels- which was where his sleep-deprived, alcohol-soaked, panicked mind was operating, Daxos was not a friendly proposition. He was violent and unpleasant and Sil just knew he did not want to go anywhere with the man who was barking orders at him. It seemed like a bad idea.
Feeling the pressure on his shoulders release a little, the younger man struggled wildly to get free even as the soldier’s threats continued in a low buzz.
With little regard to the fact that Daxos outweighed and out-muscled him, the lord shoved against his chest “Just get the fuck out of my face” he bit out, looking over the guard’s shoulder as if waiting for some rescue. The easy way, it seemed, was not a concept the young Lord Valaoritis could comprehend in such circumstances.
He had not made it far towards his brother’s chambers when the lout of a soldier caught up with him. Whatever in roads Silanos had thought they had made towards civility were gone now, and he went to shoulder past the man, only to find his arm caught in a vice like grip, the pressure slowly increasing. The insult, the language that the guard dared employ with him shocked Sil almost as much as the bruising grip around his bicep, and he let go of the parchment, feeling crowded and daunted by Daxos’ looming presence. “Take your hands off me” he cast out wildly, pulling against the man’s hold but for once his orders seemed to fall on deaf ears, and as the young lord stood in the onslaught of Daxos’ fury, he froze up, stunned by the audacity the guard showed.
There was no one coming to stop the man, and the threat in his words was underscored in the crushing grip he took on Silanos’s shoulders. Pressed against the wall, the lord could feel his bones grind against one another and craned his neck away from the venom that the soldier spouted.Any retort he might have made was swallowed as he closed his mouth to prevent crying out, still stunned that the soldier would dare speak to him so.
The shock only lasted so long though. After being ripped from sleep so ungently, and with wine still clouding his thoughts, Silanos’ rational mind was a little out of his reach just then. Instead he was as a cornered animal, and there was nothing in him that wanted to comply with the hurled orders of the one responsible.
How dare he? How fucking DARE he?!
The thump of blood in his ears was almost deafening then, Daxos’ speech becoming muffled and distant. Even Sil’s breath was coming fast, the lord’s instincts overriding what could have been considered common sense in his situation.At the most simplistic of levels- which was where his sleep-deprived, alcohol-soaked, panicked mind was operating, Daxos was not a friendly proposition. He was violent and unpleasant and Sil just knew he did not want to go anywhere with the man who was barking orders at him. It seemed like a bad idea.
Feeling the pressure on his shoulders release a little, the younger man struggled wildly to get free even as the soldier’s threats continued in a low buzz.
With little regard to the fact that Daxos outweighed and out-muscled him, the lord shoved against his chest “Just get the fuck out of my face” he bit out, looking over the guard’s shoulder as if waiting for some rescue. The easy way, it seemed, was not a concept the young Lord Valaoritis could comprehend in such circumstances.
Normally Daxos would find much pleasure in terrifying the young lord. This time, however, he started to see red. He could feel the rage building up in his chest like a dam about to burst. The man-child had not bothered to listen, had not bothered to understand the situation that he was currently in.
In a way, Daxos always knew it was going to come to this. From day one Silanos had been nothing but a spoiled brat who refused to understand why this was happening to him. It was pretty simple really, the boy was still a boy. This fact infuriated Daxos. He hadn't been a child since he was fourteen, and here was this nobleman acting as if he was entitled to something.
Perhaps before his house arrest and punishment that might have been the case. The soldier had received orders from his baron and there was no way in hell he was going to let these fail. His promotion was on the line. There would be no way in hell that he let some man-child fuck it up.
The soldier was shocked when the young lord tried his best to shove Daxos back. The young lord's weak push seemed to not affect the soldier other than to infuriate him further. The moment Silanos looked over Daxos' shoulder to look for an out, the rage that had been building within the soldier reached the breaking point.
With the past few weeks, all of the animosity and frustration that Daxos had been subjected to by this pathetic man-child had culminated into this. Without thinking the soldier clenched his fist and sent it flying towards the jaw of the young lord. He felt it connect with a satisfying sound.
Daxos heard a gasp behind him, probably some poor servant. He didn't care. His hand ached most wonderfully as the rage in his chest subsided some. He stared down the man-child with pure contempt in his eyes, "You wanted to play this the hard way boy. You brought this upon yourself."
With those words, Daxos grabbed the young lord around the waist and hoisted him on his shoulder once again, not caring to be gentle in the slightest, "This would have been so much easier if you had listened maggot. I hope you're prepared for what Captain Maleos has in store. Then you better be prepared for what I have prepared."
The soldier's grip on the man-child was severe. Anytime Silanos would attempt to move or writhe Daxos would squeeze him tightly, not caring for the previous injury he once gave the young lord. This time he would do what the soldier wanted whether the man-child liked it or not.
"I fucking told you maggot. I fucking told you. You think because you're a noble that you can do whatever the fuck you want? You're sorely mistaken. You're nothing more than a maggot now. A filthy, lecherous, disgusting maggot." Daxos couldn't help by lay into the younger Valaoritis. It was true that he found Silanos easier to talk to than his older brother, but at least the older brother was a respectful and hardworking man. He found the man-child's behavior repulsive and he would let the boy know.
Once they exited the complex Daxos threw the man-child on the ground only to turn around and grab him by the back of the neck and yanking him back to his feet. "Now listen here you little shit. I told you to fucking run. You're going to run from here to the barracks. Or I will fucking clock you again. So, last time," He leaned in close to the young lord's ear, "BETTER START FUCKING RUNNING MAGGOT!" He pushed the young lord to get him started. This was no longer a game. This was revenge.
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Normally Daxos would find much pleasure in terrifying the young lord. This time, however, he started to see red. He could feel the rage building up in his chest like a dam about to burst. The man-child had not bothered to listen, had not bothered to understand the situation that he was currently in.
In a way, Daxos always knew it was going to come to this. From day one Silanos had been nothing but a spoiled brat who refused to understand why this was happening to him. It was pretty simple really, the boy was still a boy. This fact infuriated Daxos. He hadn't been a child since he was fourteen, and here was this nobleman acting as if he was entitled to something.
Perhaps before his house arrest and punishment that might have been the case. The soldier had received orders from his baron and there was no way in hell he was going to let these fail. His promotion was on the line. There would be no way in hell that he let some man-child fuck it up.
The soldier was shocked when the young lord tried his best to shove Daxos back. The young lord's weak push seemed to not affect the soldier other than to infuriate him further. The moment Silanos looked over Daxos' shoulder to look for an out, the rage that had been building within the soldier reached the breaking point.
With the past few weeks, all of the animosity and frustration that Daxos had been subjected to by this pathetic man-child had culminated into this. Without thinking the soldier clenched his fist and sent it flying towards the jaw of the young lord. He felt it connect with a satisfying sound.
Daxos heard a gasp behind him, probably some poor servant. He didn't care. His hand ached most wonderfully as the rage in his chest subsided some. He stared down the man-child with pure contempt in his eyes, "You wanted to play this the hard way boy. You brought this upon yourself."
With those words, Daxos grabbed the young lord around the waist and hoisted him on his shoulder once again, not caring to be gentle in the slightest, "This would have been so much easier if you had listened maggot. I hope you're prepared for what Captain Maleos has in store. Then you better be prepared for what I have prepared."
The soldier's grip on the man-child was severe. Anytime Silanos would attempt to move or writhe Daxos would squeeze him tightly, not caring for the previous injury he once gave the young lord. This time he would do what the soldier wanted whether the man-child liked it or not.
"I fucking told you maggot. I fucking told you. You think because you're a noble that you can do whatever the fuck you want? You're sorely mistaken. You're nothing more than a maggot now. A filthy, lecherous, disgusting maggot." Daxos couldn't help by lay into the younger Valaoritis. It was true that he found Silanos easier to talk to than his older brother, but at least the older brother was a respectful and hardworking man. He found the man-child's behavior repulsive and he would let the boy know.
Once they exited the complex Daxos threw the man-child on the ground only to turn around and grab him by the back of the neck and yanking him back to his feet. "Now listen here you little shit. I told you to fucking run. You're going to run from here to the barracks. Or I will fucking clock you again. So, last time," He leaned in close to the young lord's ear, "BETTER START FUCKING RUNNING MAGGOT!" He pushed the young lord to get him started. This was no longer a game. This was revenge.
Normally Daxos would find much pleasure in terrifying the young lord. This time, however, he started to see red. He could feel the rage building up in his chest like a dam about to burst. The man-child had not bothered to listen, had not bothered to understand the situation that he was currently in.
In a way, Daxos always knew it was going to come to this. From day one Silanos had been nothing but a spoiled brat who refused to understand why this was happening to him. It was pretty simple really, the boy was still a boy. This fact infuriated Daxos. He hadn't been a child since he was fourteen, and here was this nobleman acting as if he was entitled to something.
Perhaps before his house arrest and punishment that might have been the case. The soldier had received orders from his baron and there was no way in hell he was going to let these fail. His promotion was on the line. There would be no way in hell that he let some man-child fuck it up.
The soldier was shocked when the young lord tried his best to shove Daxos back. The young lord's weak push seemed to not affect the soldier other than to infuriate him further. The moment Silanos looked over Daxos' shoulder to look for an out, the rage that had been building within the soldier reached the breaking point.
With the past few weeks, all of the animosity and frustration that Daxos had been subjected to by this pathetic man-child had culminated into this. Without thinking the soldier clenched his fist and sent it flying towards the jaw of the young lord. He felt it connect with a satisfying sound.
Daxos heard a gasp behind him, probably some poor servant. He didn't care. His hand ached most wonderfully as the rage in his chest subsided some. He stared down the man-child with pure contempt in his eyes, "You wanted to play this the hard way boy. You brought this upon yourself."
With those words, Daxos grabbed the young lord around the waist and hoisted him on his shoulder once again, not caring to be gentle in the slightest, "This would have been so much easier if you had listened maggot. I hope you're prepared for what Captain Maleos has in store. Then you better be prepared for what I have prepared."
The soldier's grip on the man-child was severe. Anytime Silanos would attempt to move or writhe Daxos would squeeze him tightly, not caring for the previous injury he once gave the young lord. This time he would do what the soldier wanted whether the man-child liked it or not.
"I fucking told you maggot. I fucking told you. You think because you're a noble that you can do whatever the fuck you want? You're sorely mistaken. You're nothing more than a maggot now. A filthy, lecherous, disgusting maggot." Daxos couldn't help by lay into the younger Valaoritis. It was true that he found Silanos easier to talk to than his older brother, but at least the older brother was a respectful and hardworking man. He found the man-child's behavior repulsive and he would let the boy know.
Once they exited the complex Daxos threw the man-child on the ground only to turn around and grab him by the back of the neck and yanking him back to his feet. "Now listen here you little shit. I told you to fucking run. You're going to run from here to the barracks. Or I will fucking clock you again. So, last time," He leaned in close to the young lord's ear, "BETTER START FUCKING RUNNING MAGGOT!" He pushed the young lord to get him started. This was no longer a game. This was revenge.
Despite his propensity to run his mouth off and wind people up, Silanos was not a fighter. Nor had he ever been. Sure, he’d fought, he was the youngest of three brothers, every day at home had been a tussle. And when he put his mind to it -which was mostly never- he could be quite a stylish swordsman. But Sil was much more likely to lash out with words than he was to engage in any kind of physical confrontation. Not used to throwing punches, and certainly not used to taking them, which was why he was so unprepared for the blow Daxos landed on him.
The fist caught him on the side of the jaw, and Sil’s head jerked round with the force of it, a blanket buzzing sound blocking out everything else. He tasted blood and for a few moments, the ability to actually think seemed to desert him entirely. He was just dull pain and loud noise and trying to stay on his feet rather than slide down the wall behind him.
Not that he was given the opportunity. He had pushed too far it would seem, had somehow volunteered himself for ‘the hard way’ and Daxos was taking his promise seriously, hauling the young man off his feet as he had once before. Sil’s senses slowly returned to him, and he kicked , drove fists into the man’s back because , fuck, he didn’t want to be dragged off anywhere. But the soldier merely tightened his hold and Silanos was reminded sharply of those still healing ribs, and it was enough to hold him at bay. Or perhaps it was the threats than Daxos took the time to impart before he dropped the lord like a sack of potatoes in the dirt at his feet.
The air left Sil’s lungs with the ungrateful landing, and he skittered backward, pushing with his heels in an attempt to get away but it wasn’t to be.
“I’m sorry” he muttered through a jaw that hurt to move. “Just stop I’m sorry” He spat a wad of bloody froth from his mouth, apologies coming too late and it was a painful grip on his neck that had him pulled to his feet again, staring at Daxos with wide, startled eyes. This was...something else. The soldier wasn’t playing, and his orders had come from Tim, so Tim wasn’t playing either.
He might have laughed at the pantomime of it all, the insults, if he’d been watching. It was so overblown. But as Silanos was rapidly coming to realise, it wasn’t fucking funny when it was directed at him. Fine. If Daxos wanted to enjoy his little power play for a day, he could endure it. And then he’d speak to his brother and this whole sorry spectacle could be smoothed out. Whatever fit of pique had seen Timaeus decide this was a good idea would be corrected, and Sil would demand that this soldier be kept away from him. He was clearly insane.
“Alright!” His own voice raised to meet the volume of the other’s, and Sil staggered a little under the shove that Daxos gave him. He grasped onto a bit of bravado that had not deserted him yet, leaned away from the man’s shouting, spitting mouth.
“I’m fucking going. I’m GOING!”
It was choosing the lesser of two evils, or so he thought as he broke into a jog. But it didn’t take long for him to realise that it wasn’t exactly fun trying to coax his body to move when he was running on wine fumes and no sleep, and with an odd, thick, feeling to his head. Like it was filled with cotton.
Still, Silanos was all too aware of the heavy steps of the guard behind him, so he made himself keep moving, despite a growing sense of nausea and his breath coming ragged and loud to his own ears. And by the time they reached the barracks he was a sweaty mess, leaning over to brace his hands on his knees, trying to resist the urge to just sink down to the floor and not get up.
He shot a resentful look at Daxos, who was barely even blowing, and then determined not to give the man any more enjoyment out of witnessing his discomfort, the lord forced himself upright, attempted to ignore the fact that the soldier had bettered him already, the puffy, reddened area on his jaw testament to the fact. Sil grit his teeth and remained sullen and silent. Clinging to his pride might be the only thing to get him through what was surely going to be a delightful day.
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Despite his propensity to run his mouth off and wind people up, Silanos was not a fighter. Nor had he ever been. Sure, he’d fought, he was the youngest of three brothers, every day at home had been a tussle. And when he put his mind to it -which was mostly never- he could be quite a stylish swordsman. But Sil was much more likely to lash out with words than he was to engage in any kind of physical confrontation. Not used to throwing punches, and certainly not used to taking them, which was why he was so unprepared for the blow Daxos landed on him.
The fist caught him on the side of the jaw, and Sil’s head jerked round with the force of it, a blanket buzzing sound blocking out everything else. He tasted blood and for a few moments, the ability to actually think seemed to desert him entirely. He was just dull pain and loud noise and trying to stay on his feet rather than slide down the wall behind him.
Not that he was given the opportunity. He had pushed too far it would seem, had somehow volunteered himself for ‘the hard way’ and Daxos was taking his promise seriously, hauling the young man off his feet as he had once before. Sil’s senses slowly returned to him, and he kicked , drove fists into the man’s back because , fuck, he didn’t want to be dragged off anywhere. But the soldier merely tightened his hold and Silanos was reminded sharply of those still healing ribs, and it was enough to hold him at bay. Or perhaps it was the threats than Daxos took the time to impart before he dropped the lord like a sack of potatoes in the dirt at his feet.
The air left Sil’s lungs with the ungrateful landing, and he skittered backward, pushing with his heels in an attempt to get away but it wasn’t to be.
“I’m sorry” he muttered through a jaw that hurt to move. “Just stop I’m sorry” He spat a wad of bloody froth from his mouth, apologies coming too late and it was a painful grip on his neck that had him pulled to his feet again, staring at Daxos with wide, startled eyes. This was...something else. The soldier wasn’t playing, and his orders had come from Tim, so Tim wasn’t playing either.
He might have laughed at the pantomime of it all, the insults, if he’d been watching. It was so overblown. But as Silanos was rapidly coming to realise, it wasn’t fucking funny when it was directed at him. Fine. If Daxos wanted to enjoy his little power play for a day, he could endure it. And then he’d speak to his brother and this whole sorry spectacle could be smoothed out. Whatever fit of pique had seen Timaeus decide this was a good idea would be corrected, and Sil would demand that this soldier be kept away from him. He was clearly insane.
“Alright!” His own voice raised to meet the volume of the other’s, and Sil staggered a little under the shove that Daxos gave him. He grasped onto a bit of bravado that had not deserted him yet, leaned away from the man’s shouting, spitting mouth.
“I’m fucking going. I’m GOING!”
It was choosing the lesser of two evils, or so he thought as he broke into a jog. But it didn’t take long for him to realise that it wasn’t exactly fun trying to coax his body to move when he was running on wine fumes and no sleep, and with an odd, thick, feeling to his head. Like it was filled with cotton.
Still, Silanos was all too aware of the heavy steps of the guard behind him, so he made himself keep moving, despite a growing sense of nausea and his breath coming ragged and loud to his own ears. And by the time they reached the barracks he was a sweaty mess, leaning over to brace his hands on his knees, trying to resist the urge to just sink down to the floor and not get up.
He shot a resentful look at Daxos, who was barely even blowing, and then determined not to give the man any more enjoyment out of witnessing his discomfort, the lord forced himself upright, attempted to ignore the fact that the soldier had bettered him already, the puffy, reddened area on his jaw testament to the fact. Sil grit his teeth and remained sullen and silent. Clinging to his pride might be the only thing to get him through what was surely going to be a delightful day.
Despite his propensity to run his mouth off and wind people up, Silanos was not a fighter. Nor had he ever been. Sure, he’d fought, he was the youngest of three brothers, every day at home had been a tussle. And when he put his mind to it -which was mostly never- he could be quite a stylish swordsman. But Sil was much more likely to lash out with words than he was to engage in any kind of physical confrontation. Not used to throwing punches, and certainly not used to taking them, which was why he was so unprepared for the blow Daxos landed on him.
The fist caught him on the side of the jaw, and Sil’s head jerked round with the force of it, a blanket buzzing sound blocking out everything else. He tasted blood and for a few moments, the ability to actually think seemed to desert him entirely. He was just dull pain and loud noise and trying to stay on his feet rather than slide down the wall behind him.
Not that he was given the opportunity. He had pushed too far it would seem, had somehow volunteered himself for ‘the hard way’ and Daxos was taking his promise seriously, hauling the young man off his feet as he had once before. Sil’s senses slowly returned to him, and he kicked , drove fists into the man’s back because , fuck, he didn’t want to be dragged off anywhere. But the soldier merely tightened his hold and Silanos was reminded sharply of those still healing ribs, and it was enough to hold him at bay. Or perhaps it was the threats than Daxos took the time to impart before he dropped the lord like a sack of potatoes in the dirt at his feet.
The air left Sil’s lungs with the ungrateful landing, and he skittered backward, pushing with his heels in an attempt to get away but it wasn’t to be.
“I’m sorry” he muttered through a jaw that hurt to move. “Just stop I’m sorry” He spat a wad of bloody froth from his mouth, apologies coming too late and it was a painful grip on his neck that had him pulled to his feet again, staring at Daxos with wide, startled eyes. This was...something else. The soldier wasn’t playing, and his orders had come from Tim, so Tim wasn’t playing either.
He might have laughed at the pantomime of it all, the insults, if he’d been watching. It was so overblown. But as Silanos was rapidly coming to realise, it wasn’t fucking funny when it was directed at him. Fine. If Daxos wanted to enjoy his little power play for a day, he could endure it. And then he’d speak to his brother and this whole sorry spectacle could be smoothed out. Whatever fit of pique had seen Timaeus decide this was a good idea would be corrected, and Sil would demand that this soldier be kept away from him. He was clearly insane.
“Alright!” His own voice raised to meet the volume of the other’s, and Sil staggered a little under the shove that Daxos gave him. He grasped onto a bit of bravado that had not deserted him yet, leaned away from the man’s shouting, spitting mouth.
“I’m fucking going. I’m GOING!”
It was choosing the lesser of two evils, or so he thought as he broke into a jog. But it didn’t take long for him to realise that it wasn’t exactly fun trying to coax his body to move when he was running on wine fumes and no sleep, and with an odd, thick, feeling to his head. Like it was filled with cotton.
Still, Silanos was all too aware of the heavy steps of the guard behind him, so he made himself keep moving, despite a growing sense of nausea and his breath coming ragged and loud to his own ears. And by the time they reached the barracks he was a sweaty mess, leaning over to brace his hands on his knees, trying to resist the urge to just sink down to the floor and not get up.
He shot a resentful look at Daxos, who was barely even blowing, and then determined not to give the man any more enjoyment out of witnessing his discomfort, the lord forced himself upright, attempted to ignore the fact that the soldier had bettered him already, the puffy, reddened area on his jaw testament to the fact. Sil grit his teeth and remained sullen and silent. Clinging to his pride might be the only thing to get him through what was surely going to be a delightful day.
Maleos had woken up that morning in a better mood than he had in quite some time. Originally he had dreaded the news from Tim that Silanos was to join his numbers, that was until he heard the next part. It had been like music to his ears. Silanos was to be treated like any man who entered his unit in the lowest ranks. He did not need to be addressed as a Lord, nor treated as one. Maleos had practically jumped for joy when he had read the letter.
Now the morning had come, and it had been hard for him to fight the smile on his face when he had sent Daxos to go and get Silanos for his first day training with them. He was almost certain that he had let a small smile slip when he asked Daxos to go and get him, sure that Daxos wouldn’t have missed it, though the solider knew better than to make a comment.
Once Daxos had gone off to get Silanos, Maleos ordered the rest of the men to be woken and eat before the training would begin. He figured that Silanos would not coming willingly, so he had a bit of time to get the rest of his men settled and running their usual training before the two men made it back.
He was correct in that thinking, the rest of his unit were in the courtyard of the barracks already, practicing their hand to hand combat. He required his men to not only be experts with their weapons, but experts with their hands. It could be life saving in combat, if one lost his weapon, he was not totally defenseless. He expected only the best from his men. Anyone who could not handle his strict and rigorous training did not last long in his ranks.
He paced slowly down the courtyard, watching his men carefully as they sparred with each other, shouting out corrections as he watched for any minor mistake they made. He had commanded every man to hit with full force, they would never learn to avoid being hit if they were not hit with proper pain as their teacher.
He looked up as one of the gate guards came walking over, notifying Maleos that Silanos and Daxos had arrived. Finally.
“At attention!” He called to his men who all immediately stopped what they were doing, standing at attention in neat rows, waiting for their next command. Maleos headed for the front gates, his men awaiting him in the courtyard as he left.
He spotted Silanos, keeled over and breathing heavily, he looked like hammered shit and Maleos loved it more than he would care to admit.
“The next time I am kept waiting, you will look back on that bruise with fondness.” He said, voice loud and commanding, the way he spoke to every single man in his unit, as he noticed the bruise forming on the others face. It looked fresh, barely beginning to show, and Maleos could only guess it was Daxos’ work.
“Get your pathetic ass into the courtyard. Now.” He said, walking over, he grabbed Silanos by the back of his neck, shoving him forward towards the front door, shooting Daxos a look when Silanos could not see the two of them, the glee in his eyes obvious for just a moment before his face fell back to it’s usual stoic look. He walked slightly behind Silanos and into the courtyard where the men of his unit stood in a line.
He grabbed Silanos’ arm and forced him to stand in front of the rows of soldiers, their eyes on their Captain and the Lord who was at his side. He knew that they would all be very confused, knowing that Silanos held title.
“Men, we have a new recruit.” He said, letting go of Silanos’ arm.
“You will treat him as you would treat any pathetic dog who thinks they have what it takes to stand among you as a brother. In these walls, he is no longer a Lord. He holds no power, he holds no title, he bleeds the same blood that every one of you does.” He said, and he could see the shift in his men. He could imagine that many of them being common born, were excited for the prospect of treating this man who thought him better than all of them like he treated most.
Maleos would not let Silanos come to any real harm under his charge, he knew that was not the point of all of this, but a few bruises and scrapes ought to show him that he was not all he thought himself to be. He would not last a minute in combat with his men, that much he knew.
“Since you have decided to join us so late, you will spar with me, dog.” He said, and he could hear a bit of murmur among his men, all of them had faced Maleos in the past, and a few had thought themselves capable of besting him, none had yet accomplished such a feat.
He moved to widen his stance in the sand beneath their feet, preparing himself for combat, though he thought he could beat Silanos with both hands tied behind his back.
The excitement among his men could almost be felt in the air, this would be the thing they would talk about for years to come, being there to witness this.
“Come then, mutt. If you can beat me, I will personally tell the Baron that you are to be released from your duties here.” He said, standing there calmly, no change in his stance or expression other than the slightly wider stance he had taken earlier. He was not worried about Silanos being able to take him in a fight, he doubted the drunken lord had what it would take to finally be the one to defeat him. He was lazy and spoiled, used to things being handed to him. Maleos couldn’t imagine there was a single thing he had ever had to fight for in his life.
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Maleos had woken up that morning in a better mood than he had in quite some time. Originally he had dreaded the news from Tim that Silanos was to join his numbers, that was until he heard the next part. It had been like music to his ears. Silanos was to be treated like any man who entered his unit in the lowest ranks. He did not need to be addressed as a Lord, nor treated as one. Maleos had practically jumped for joy when he had read the letter.
Now the morning had come, and it had been hard for him to fight the smile on his face when he had sent Daxos to go and get Silanos for his first day training with them. He was almost certain that he had let a small smile slip when he asked Daxos to go and get him, sure that Daxos wouldn’t have missed it, though the solider knew better than to make a comment.
Once Daxos had gone off to get Silanos, Maleos ordered the rest of the men to be woken and eat before the training would begin. He figured that Silanos would not coming willingly, so he had a bit of time to get the rest of his men settled and running their usual training before the two men made it back.
He was correct in that thinking, the rest of his unit were in the courtyard of the barracks already, practicing their hand to hand combat. He required his men to not only be experts with their weapons, but experts with their hands. It could be life saving in combat, if one lost his weapon, he was not totally defenseless. He expected only the best from his men. Anyone who could not handle his strict and rigorous training did not last long in his ranks.
He paced slowly down the courtyard, watching his men carefully as they sparred with each other, shouting out corrections as he watched for any minor mistake they made. He had commanded every man to hit with full force, they would never learn to avoid being hit if they were not hit with proper pain as their teacher.
He looked up as one of the gate guards came walking over, notifying Maleos that Silanos and Daxos had arrived. Finally.
“At attention!” He called to his men who all immediately stopped what they were doing, standing at attention in neat rows, waiting for their next command. Maleos headed for the front gates, his men awaiting him in the courtyard as he left.
He spotted Silanos, keeled over and breathing heavily, he looked like hammered shit and Maleos loved it more than he would care to admit.
“The next time I am kept waiting, you will look back on that bruise with fondness.” He said, voice loud and commanding, the way he spoke to every single man in his unit, as he noticed the bruise forming on the others face. It looked fresh, barely beginning to show, and Maleos could only guess it was Daxos’ work.
“Get your pathetic ass into the courtyard. Now.” He said, walking over, he grabbed Silanos by the back of his neck, shoving him forward towards the front door, shooting Daxos a look when Silanos could not see the two of them, the glee in his eyes obvious for just a moment before his face fell back to it’s usual stoic look. He walked slightly behind Silanos and into the courtyard where the men of his unit stood in a line.
He grabbed Silanos’ arm and forced him to stand in front of the rows of soldiers, their eyes on their Captain and the Lord who was at his side. He knew that they would all be very confused, knowing that Silanos held title.
“Men, we have a new recruit.” He said, letting go of Silanos’ arm.
“You will treat him as you would treat any pathetic dog who thinks they have what it takes to stand among you as a brother. In these walls, he is no longer a Lord. He holds no power, he holds no title, he bleeds the same blood that every one of you does.” He said, and he could see the shift in his men. He could imagine that many of them being common born, were excited for the prospect of treating this man who thought him better than all of them like he treated most.
Maleos would not let Silanos come to any real harm under his charge, he knew that was not the point of all of this, but a few bruises and scrapes ought to show him that he was not all he thought himself to be. He would not last a minute in combat with his men, that much he knew.
“Since you have decided to join us so late, you will spar with me, dog.” He said, and he could hear a bit of murmur among his men, all of them had faced Maleos in the past, and a few had thought themselves capable of besting him, none had yet accomplished such a feat.
He moved to widen his stance in the sand beneath their feet, preparing himself for combat, though he thought he could beat Silanos with both hands tied behind his back.
The excitement among his men could almost be felt in the air, this would be the thing they would talk about for years to come, being there to witness this.
“Come then, mutt. If you can beat me, I will personally tell the Baron that you are to be released from your duties here.” He said, standing there calmly, no change in his stance or expression other than the slightly wider stance he had taken earlier. He was not worried about Silanos being able to take him in a fight, he doubted the drunken lord had what it would take to finally be the one to defeat him. He was lazy and spoiled, used to things being handed to him. Maleos couldn’t imagine there was a single thing he had ever had to fight for in his life.
Maleos had woken up that morning in a better mood than he had in quite some time. Originally he had dreaded the news from Tim that Silanos was to join his numbers, that was until he heard the next part. It had been like music to his ears. Silanos was to be treated like any man who entered his unit in the lowest ranks. He did not need to be addressed as a Lord, nor treated as one. Maleos had practically jumped for joy when he had read the letter.
Now the morning had come, and it had been hard for him to fight the smile on his face when he had sent Daxos to go and get Silanos for his first day training with them. He was almost certain that he had let a small smile slip when he asked Daxos to go and get him, sure that Daxos wouldn’t have missed it, though the solider knew better than to make a comment.
Once Daxos had gone off to get Silanos, Maleos ordered the rest of the men to be woken and eat before the training would begin. He figured that Silanos would not coming willingly, so he had a bit of time to get the rest of his men settled and running their usual training before the two men made it back.
He was correct in that thinking, the rest of his unit were in the courtyard of the barracks already, practicing their hand to hand combat. He required his men to not only be experts with their weapons, but experts with their hands. It could be life saving in combat, if one lost his weapon, he was not totally defenseless. He expected only the best from his men. Anyone who could not handle his strict and rigorous training did not last long in his ranks.
He paced slowly down the courtyard, watching his men carefully as they sparred with each other, shouting out corrections as he watched for any minor mistake they made. He had commanded every man to hit with full force, they would never learn to avoid being hit if they were not hit with proper pain as their teacher.
He looked up as one of the gate guards came walking over, notifying Maleos that Silanos and Daxos had arrived. Finally.
“At attention!” He called to his men who all immediately stopped what they were doing, standing at attention in neat rows, waiting for their next command. Maleos headed for the front gates, his men awaiting him in the courtyard as he left.
He spotted Silanos, keeled over and breathing heavily, he looked like hammered shit and Maleos loved it more than he would care to admit.
“The next time I am kept waiting, you will look back on that bruise with fondness.” He said, voice loud and commanding, the way he spoke to every single man in his unit, as he noticed the bruise forming on the others face. It looked fresh, barely beginning to show, and Maleos could only guess it was Daxos’ work.
“Get your pathetic ass into the courtyard. Now.” He said, walking over, he grabbed Silanos by the back of his neck, shoving him forward towards the front door, shooting Daxos a look when Silanos could not see the two of them, the glee in his eyes obvious for just a moment before his face fell back to it’s usual stoic look. He walked slightly behind Silanos and into the courtyard where the men of his unit stood in a line.
He grabbed Silanos’ arm and forced him to stand in front of the rows of soldiers, their eyes on their Captain and the Lord who was at his side. He knew that they would all be very confused, knowing that Silanos held title.
“Men, we have a new recruit.” He said, letting go of Silanos’ arm.
“You will treat him as you would treat any pathetic dog who thinks they have what it takes to stand among you as a brother. In these walls, he is no longer a Lord. He holds no power, he holds no title, he bleeds the same blood that every one of you does.” He said, and he could see the shift in his men. He could imagine that many of them being common born, were excited for the prospect of treating this man who thought him better than all of them like he treated most.
Maleos would not let Silanos come to any real harm under his charge, he knew that was not the point of all of this, but a few bruises and scrapes ought to show him that he was not all he thought himself to be. He would not last a minute in combat with his men, that much he knew.
“Since you have decided to join us so late, you will spar with me, dog.” He said, and he could hear a bit of murmur among his men, all of them had faced Maleos in the past, and a few had thought themselves capable of besting him, none had yet accomplished such a feat.
He moved to widen his stance in the sand beneath their feet, preparing himself for combat, though he thought he could beat Silanos with both hands tied behind his back.
The excitement among his men could almost be felt in the air, this would be the thing they would talk about for years to come, being there to witness this.
“Come then, mutt. If you can beat me, I will personally tell the Baron that you are to be released from your duties here.” He said, standing there calmly, no change in his stance or expression other than the slightly wider stance he had taken earlier. He was not worried about Silanos being able to take him in a fight, he doubted the drunken lord had what it would take to finally be the one to defeat him. He was lazy and spoiled, used to things being handed to him. Maleos couldn’t imagine there was a single thing he had ever had to fight for in his life.
He’d barely had a minute to recover from the run - thankfully spared any more of Daxos’ motivation, before Sil glanced up to see Maleos approaching. He rolled his eyes, forcing himself upright so he at least had the advantage of height on the stockier man as he drew near. There was no love lost between he and the Captain. How the man had wormed his way into his brother’s regard, Silanos did not know, but he found him aloof, and worse dull.
To find himself thrown upon the mercy of the man did not inspire any joy in the younger Valaoritis lord, and Silanos just eyeballed Maleos when he made some reference to the gathering bruise upon his jaw. “If your attack dog had better manners maybe I would have gotten here sooner” he retorted, unable to prevent the wary glance toward Daxos despite the sharp words. It was a lie anyway. Not even if Zeus himself had commanded it would Silanos have presented himself here willingly.
He wasn’t expecting the Captain to be so casual about putting hand on him, and the fact that Maleos did so with a non too gentle shove forwards reignited Sil’s feelings of dread about this day, as did the easy disrespect that was shown. It shocked him anew. Silanos was really starting to get sick of his brother’s handwritten notes fucking up his life. Biting his tongue in belated attempt not to make things worse, he walked ahead of Maleos and Daxos both as directed, feeling a twinge of unease as he laid eyes upon the ranks of soldiers who waited in the courtyard.
He must have hesitated, becuase there was a presumptous grip on his arm that he wanted to shake off, and then Maleos was speaking, and Silanos could only try and keep his expression from turning mutinous as he heard the man’s words. In a move clearly calculated to humble - or humiliate- the Captain made a point of disclaiming the lord’s title, painting him the lowest of the low before all of the gathered soldiers.
If it were designed to strip away the younger man’s pride, it did not. Rather Sil stood a little straighter, because in these walls meant nothing to him. And Maleos could pretend all he fucking liked that his title meant nothing but it was a lie and they both knew it. Tim wanted to teach him a lesson? Sure. But Silanos bled Valaoritis blood, and it wasn’t the fucking same.
It was a shame then, that Sil’s pride was useless in the face of what came next, the young man turning incredulous eyes upon the Captain in light of his request. Silanos refused to think of them as orders. But the lord was not stupid, he did not sail under any false flag of machismo that made him think he stood any chance of winning against a seasoned fighter. Silanos glanced at the soldiers as a murmur rippled through them at Maleos’ declaration his expression hardened when he realised he was going to lose in front of all these eyes.
He didn’t want to do it, and he glared at Maleos because the man knew how this would end and stood there all smug and expectant looking. He almost laughed at the idea that he could buy his freedom through victory, for if Sil had anything to do with it he wouldn’t be coming back here anyway.
With a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, the lord raised his fists, keeping his elbows in close to his sides to guard that still present ache in his ribs. He tried to imagine he was just squaring up to one of his brothers, and then had that sickening realisation that he only had one brother now. No need for plural. Just Timaeus. And Timaeus was the one who’d put him here. That bitter thought was enough then for him to start this farce, and he took a swing in towards Maleos’ temple. If a God were smiling on him somewhere, maybe he could knock him out with one punch. It happened, he had been told. And it was a remarkably satisfying thing to imagine.
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He’d barely had a minute to recover from the run - thankfully spared any more of Daxos’ motivation, before Sil glanced up to see Maleos approaching. He rolled his eyes, forcing himself upright so he at least had the advantage of height on the stockier man as he drew near. There was no love lost between he and the Captain. How the man had wormed his way into his brother’s regard, Silanos did not know, but he found him aloof, and worse dull.
To find himself thrown upon the mercy of the man did not inspire any joy in the younger Valaoritis lord, and Silanos just eyeballed Maleos when he made some reference to the gathering bruise upon his jaw. “If your attack dog had better manners maybe I would have gotten here sooner” he retorted, unable to prevent the wary glance toward Daxos despite the sharp words. It was a lie anyway. Not even if Zeus himself had commanded it would Silanos have presented himself here willingly.
He wasn’t expecting the Captain to be so casual about putting hand on him, and the fact that Maleos did so with a non too gentle shove forwards reignited Sil’s feelings of dread about this day, as did the easy disrespect that was shown. It shocked him anew. Silanos was really starting to get sick of his brother’s handwritten notes fucking up his life. Biting his tongue in belated attempt not to make things worse, he walked ahead of Maleos and Daxos both as directed, feeling a twinge of unease as he laid eyes upon the ranks of soldiers who waited in the courtyard.
He must have hesitated, becuase there was a presumptous grip on his arm that he wanted to shake off, and then Maleos was speaking, and Silanos could only try and keep his expression from turning mutinous as he heard the man’s words. In a move clearly calculated to humble - or humiliate- the Captain made a point of disclaiming the lord’s title, painting him the lowest of the low before all of the gathered soldiers.
If it were designed to strip away the younger man’s pride, it did not. Rather Sil stood a little straighter, because in these walls meant nothing to him. And Maleos could pretend all he fucking liked that his title meant nothing but it was a lie and they both knew it. Tim wanted to teach him a lesson? Sure. But Silanos bled Valaoritis blood, and it wasn’t the fucking same.
It was a shame then, that Sil’s pride was useless in the face of what came next, the young man turning incredulous eyes upon the Captain in light of his request. Silanos refused to think of them as orders. But the lord was not stupid, he did not sail under any false flag of machismo that made him think he stood any chance of winning against a seasoned fighter. Silanos glanced at the soldiers as a murmur rippled through them at Maleos’ declaration his expression hardened when he realised he was going to lose in front of all these eyes.
He didn’t want to do it, and he glared at Maleos because the man knew how this would end and stood there all smug and expectant looking. He almost laughed at the idea that he could buy his freedom through victory, for if Sil had anything to do with it he wouldn’t be coming back here anyway.
With a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, the lord raised his fists, keeping his elbows in close to his sides to guard that still present ache in his ribs. He tried to imagine he was just squaring up to one of his brothers, and then had that sickening realisation that he only had one brother now. No need for plural. Just Timaeus. And Timaeus was the one who’d put him here. That bitter thought was enough then for him to start this farce, and he took a swing in towards Maleos’ temple. If a God were smiling on him somewhere, maybe he could knock him out with one punch. It happened, he had been told. And it was a remarkably satisfying thing to imagine.
He’d barely had a minute to recover from the run - thankfully spared any more of Daxos’ motivation, before Sil glanced up to see Maleos approaching. He rolled his eyes, forcing himself upright so he at least had the advantage of height on the stockier man as he drew near. There was no love lost between he and the Captain. How the man had wormed his way into his brother’s regard, Silanos did not know, but he found him aloof, and worse dull.
To find himself thrown upon the mercy of the man did not inspire any joy in the younger Valaoritis lord, and Silanos just eyeballed Maleos when he made some reference to the gathering bruise upon his jaw. “If your attack dog had better manners maybe I would have gotten here sooner” he retorted, unable to prevent the wary glance toward Daxos despite the sharp words. It was a lie anyway. Not even if Zeus himself had commanded it would Silanos have presented himself here willingly.
He wasn’t expecting the Captain to be so casual about putting hand on him, and the fact that Maleos did so with a non too gentle shove forwards reignited Sil’s feelings of dread about this day, as did the easy disrespect that was shown. It shocked him anew. Silanos was really starting to get sick of his brother’s handwritten notes fucking up his life. Biting his tongue in belated attempt not to make things worse, he walked ahead of Maleos and Daxos both as directed, feeling a twinge of unease as he laid eyes upon the ranks of soldiers who waited in the courtyard.
He must have hesitated, becuase there was a presumptous grip on his arm that he wanted to shake off, and then Maleos was speaking, and Silanos could only try and keep his expression from turning mutinous as he heard the man’s words. In a move clearly calculated to humble - or humiliate- the Captain made a point of disclaiming the lord’s title, painting him the lowest of the low before all of the gathered soldiers.
If it were designed to strip away the younger man’s pride, it did not. Rather Sil stood a little straighter, because in these walls meant nothing to him. And Maleos could pretend all he fucking liked that his title meant nothing but it was a lie and they both knew it. Tim wanted to teach him a lesson? Sure. But Silanos bled Valaoritis blood, and it wasn’t the fucking same.
It was a shame then, that Sil’s pride was useless in the face of what came next, the young man turning incredulous eyes upon the Captain in light of his request. Silanos refused to think of them as orders. But the lord was not stupid, he did not sail under any false flag of machismo that made him think he stood any chance of winning against a seasoned fighter. Silanos glanced at the soldiers as a murmur rippled through them at Maleos’ declaration his expression hardened when he realised he was going to lose in front of all these eyes.
He didn’t want to do it, and he glared at Maleos because the man knew how this would end and stood there all smug and expectant looking. He almost laughed at the idea that he could buy his freedom through victory, for if Sil had anything to do with it he wouldn’t be coming back here anyway.
With a resigned sort of feeling in his gut, the lord raised his fists, keeping his elbows in close to his sides to guard that still present ache in his ribs. He tried to imagine he was just squaring up to one of his brothers, and then had that sickening realisation that he only had one brother now. No need for plural. Just Timaeus. And Timaeus was the one who’d put him here. That bitter thought was enough then for him to start this farce, and he took a swing in towards Maleos’ temple. If a God were smiling on him somewhere, maybe he could knock him out with one punch. It happened, he had been told. And it was a remarkably satisfying thing to imagine.
Maleos reveled in the look on the others face when he realized he was expected to fight the Captain, and he was sure he would recall this day with much glee for many years to come. He could already picture himself and Timaeus speaking, Maleos reliving the tale as they drank some wine and laughed about it. The dirty looks that Silanos kept throwing his way only made things more fun for the Captain.
He was almost surprised when Sil threw a punch his way, half expecting the man to try to get out of sparring with him, but it was on now, and the fight was fair game. Not that it would be much of a fight. Maleos threw his arm up to block the blow, stepping in with his left foot, he swung his right fist, connecting with the others stomach, causing him to bend just enough that the Captain was able to pivot on his heel. His arm went around the others waist and used the momentum to flip him off his feet so he would land on his back in the sand. Maleos stepped from where Silanos fell, so he was not within reach in case he decided to try to play dirty and attempt to trip him or some other tactic that children might use when wrestling with their siblings. He heard a quiet round of snickers coming from the soldiers who watched the spectacle.
“Our first lesson, dog. Do not go for the obvious attack. A blind man could have dodged that.” He stated, earning another snicker from his men. Normally he did not condone such showing off, but Silanos needed to be taken down a peg, and he was enjoying doing so.
“Come on, up. I’m sure you can do better than that, or would you like to take a break? Maybe sleep for a while?” He asked in a mocking tone, as if that was going to happen. He imagined that if he had not sent Daxos to gather the man, he would not have been awake for hours yet. Maleos found it pathetic and found the man himself pathetic. A bit of money and being born into a family name was all Silanos had, he hadn’t had to work for any of it a day in his life. Now he would. Maleos would not let him get away without at least learning a lesson of humility and respect.
“Would you rather I pit you against one of my men?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"Here, let us see how you fair against a less practiced opponent, maybe you will yet win your freedom." He said, earning another bit of laughter from the soldiers who watched.
"Daxos! Show the dog here what it is to be a man. Go easy on the pup, he's had a rough morning by the look of him." He said, stepping aside so Daxos could do as commanded, unable to help the small smile that came across his face as he caught Daxos' gaze as the two men passed each other as Daxos went to take his place in the sands to spar with Silanos.
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Maleos reveled in the look on the others face when he realized he was expected to fight the Captain, and he was sure he would recall this day with much glee for many years to come. He could already picture himself and Timaeus speaking, Maleos reliving the tale as they drank some wine and laughed about it. The dirty looks that Silanos kept throwing his way only made things more fun for the Captain.
He was almost surprised when Sil threw a punch his way, half expecting the man to try to get out of sparring with him, but it was on now, and the fight was fair game. Not that it would be much of a fight. Maleos threw his arm up to block the blow, stepping in with his left foot, he swung his right fist, connecting with the others stomach, causing him to bend just enough that the Captain was able to pivot on his heel. His arm went around the others waist and used the momentum to flip him off his feet so he would land on his back in the sand. Maleos stepped from where Silanos fell, so he was not within reach in case he decided to try to play dirty and attempt to trip him or some other tactic that children might use when wrestling with their siblings. He heard a quiet round of snickers coming from the soldiers who watched the spectacle.
“Our first lesson, dog. Do not go for the obvious attack. A blind man could have dodged that.” He stated, earning another snicker from his men. Normally he did not condone such showing off, but Silanos needed to be taken down a peg, and he was enjoying doing so.
“Come on, up. I’m sure you can do better than that, or would you like to take a break? Maybe sleep for a while?” He asked in a mocking tone, as if that was going to happen. He imagined that if he had not sent Daxos to gather the man, he would not have been awake for hours yet. Maleos found it pathetic and found the man himself pathetic. A bit of money and being born into a family name was all Silanos had, he hadn’t had to work for any of it a day in his life. Now he would. Maleos would not let him get away without at least learning a lesson of humility and respect.
“Would you rather I pit you against one of my men?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"Here, let us see how you fair against a less practiced opponent, maybe you will yet win your freedom." He said, earning another bit of laughter from the soldiers who watched.
"Daxos! Show the dog here what it is to be a man. Go easy on the pup, he's had a rough morning by the look of him." He said, stepping aside so Daxos could do as commanded, unable to help the small smile that came across his face as he caught Daxos' gaze as the two men passed each other as Daxos went to take his place in the sands to spar with Silanos.
Maleos reveled in the look on the others face when he realized he was expected to fight the Captain, and he was sure he would recall this day with much glee for many years to come. He could already picture himself and Timaeus speaking, Maleos reliving the tale as they drank some wine and laughed about it. The dirty looks that Silanos kept throwing his way only made things more fun for the Captain.
He was almost surprised when Sil threw a punch his way, half expecting the man to try to get out of sparring with him, but it was on now, and the fight was fair game. Not that it would be much of a fight. Maleos threw his arm up to block the blow, stepping in with his left foot, he swung his right fist, connecting with the others stomach, causing him to bend just enough that the Captain was able to pivot on his heel. His arm went around the others waist and used the momentum to flip him off his feet so he would land on his back in the sand. Maleos stepped from where Silanos fell, so he was not within reach in case he decided to try to play dirty and attempt to trip him or some other tactic that children might use when wrestling with their siblings. He heard a quiet round of snickers coming from the soldiers who watched the spectacle.
“Our first lesson, dog. Do not go for the obvious attack. A blind man could have dodged that.” He stated, earning another snicker from his men. Normally he did not condone such showing off, but Silanos needed to be taken down a peg, and he was enjoying doing so.
“Come on, up. I’m sure you can do better than that, or would you like to take a break? Maybe sleep for a while?” He asked in a mocking tone, as if that was going to happen. He imagined that if he had not sent Daxos to gather the man, he would not have been awake for hours yet. Maleos found it pathetic and found the man himself pathetic. A bit of money and being born into a family name was all Silanos had, he hadn’t had to work for any of it a day in his life. Now he would. Maleos would not let him get away without at least learning a lesson of humility and respect.
“Would you rather I pit you against one of my men?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"Here, let us see how you fair against a less practiced opponent, maybe you will yet win your freedom." He said, earning another bit of laughter from the soldiers who watched.
"Daxos! Show the dog here what it is to be a man. Go easy on the pup, he's had a rough morning by the look of him." He said, stepping aside so Daxos could do as commanded, unable to help the small smile that came across his face as he caught Daxos' gaze as the two men passed each other as Daxos went to take his place in the sands to spar with Silanos.
The soldier had fallen in line the moment they had arrived. This was now in the hands of his Captain. He watched intently as Maleos had belittled the young lord in a similar manner than what he had earlier. He normally would try to hide his smirk, but this was just too rich. The noble was finally getting his just due.
Daxos was elated when Maleos chose Silanos to fight him. He had been on the receiving end of that, all the soldiers had. He still remembered the pain he felt from that first fight with his captain. He watched the two square up with eagerness. He knew that Silanos had no power. He doubted that he could even move fast. To be honest, Daxos was just looking forward to seeing Silanos laid out.
The punch was unexpected, but Daxos nodded his head slightly. The best way to beat a superior opponent was always with a surprise attack. The young lord had the right theory or perhaps he was just fed up with the abuse. Regardless, the tactic could have been effective. It could have been if Silanos wasn't as strong as a few strands of straw and he attacked so openly and upfront.
It was over almost as quickly as it began. The captain began to spout off his lesson about not attacking directly. Daxos muttered in agreement. The obvious attack was always the easiest to prepare for. If the boy had any brains he might have thought of a better way to attack.
The fact that this man-child of a nobleman was getting hit again and again by commoners brought only feelings of warmth and pleasure throughout the soldier's body. That same pleasure only intensified when the captain called him up to spar with the boy.
Daxos laughed heartily, "Yes, Captain, a less practiced and experienced opponent would do much better." It was a joke to all the soldiers. They knew better than anyone that the only one who stood a hair of a chance against the Captain was Daxos. The large soldier had more power than his captain, and in pure feats of strength, Daxos would come out on top. The captain, however, had more experience and speed than the soldier could ever hope to strive for in his current state. He never won, but he did often give his captain a good workout.
He walked slowly to the sands, eyeing the man-child with gleeful spite in his eyes. He cracked his neck and knuckles quickly. His feet shifted apart, shifting the sands around him, as he lowered himself into his stance, "This has been a long time coming, maggot. I will enjoy this." A malicious smile graced his face as he stared down the young lord.
It was only a few seconds before he struck. In a flash, he covered the few feet between them and sent out a jab with his left hand headed towards the young lord's face. He followed it with a right hook to the gut followed by a swift kick to the thigh.
"Well, maggot, I'll give you your second lesson." He spoke in between a flurry of blows, "the best offense is relentless," a left hook headed towards the jaw of the young lord, "unrepentant," a right jab to the young lord's kidney, "and calculated." Throughout his blows, he kept stepping forward until his right leg was between Silanos'. With that last word, he swept the lord's leg out from under him and Daxos grabbed the man-child by the collar and slammed him onto his back in the sand.
Daxos could hear a chuckle from the other men behind him. Daxos laughed and put his hand out to the young lord, the anger and malice had seemed to almost vanish in an instant, "Get up. The day's still young." He had seemed to get his frustrations out and now seemed more amiable than he was previously.
Regardless of the young lord had taken his hand or not he spun back around to Captain Maleos, "What is next captain? Shall we have him gear up and we go on our run?" There was a small smirk on his face, "Or should we let him rest a bit."
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The soldier had fallen in line the moment they had arrived. This was now in the hands of his Captain. He watched intently as Maleos had belittled the young lord in a similar manner than what he had earlier. He normally would try to hide his smirk, but this was just too rich. The noble was finally getting his just due.
Daxos was elated when Maleos chose Silanos to fight him. He had been on the receiving end of that, all the soldiers had. He still remembered the pain he felt from that first fight with his captain. He watched the two square up with eagerness. He knew that Silanos had no power. He doubted that he could even move fast. To be honest, Daxos was just looking forward to seeing Silanos laid out.
The punch was unexpected, but Daxos nodded his head slightly. The best way to beat a superior opponent was always with a surprise attack. The young lord had the right theory or perhaps he was just fed up with the abuse. Regardless, the tactic could have been effective. It could have been if Silanos wasn't as strong as a few strands of straw and he attacked so openly and upfront.
It was over almost as quickly as it began. The captain began to spout off his lesson about not attacking directly. Daxos muttered in agreement. The obvious attack was always the easiest to prepare for. If the boy had any brains he might have thought of a better way to attack.
The fact that this man-child of a nobleman was getting hit again and again by commoners brought only feelings of warmth and pleasure throughout the soldier's body. That same pleasure only intensified when the captain called him up to spar with the boy.
Daxos laughed heartily, "Yes, Captain, a less practiced and experienced opponent would do much better." It was a joke to all the soldiers. They knew better than anyone that the only one who stood a hair of a chance against the Captain was Daxos. The large soldier had more power than his captain, and in pure feats of strength, Daxos would come out on top. The captain, however, had more experience and speed than the soldier could ever hope to strive for in his current state. He never won, but he did often give his captain a good workout.
He walked slowly to the sands, eyeing the man-child with gleeful spite in his eyes. He cracked his neck and knuckles quickly. His feet shifted apart, shifting the sands around him, as he lowered himself into his stance, "This has been a long time coming, maggot. I will enjoy this." A malicious smile graced his face as he stared down the young lord.
It was only a few seconds before he struck. In a flash, he covered the few feet between them and sent out a jab with his left hand headed towards the young lord's face. He followed it with a right hook to the gut followed by a swift kick to the thigh.
"Well, maggot, I'll give you your second lesson." He spoke in between a flurry of blows, "the best offense is relentless," a left hook headed towards the jaw of the young lord, "unrepentant," a right jab to the young lord's kidney, "and calculated." Throughout his blows, he kept stepping forward until his right leg was between Silanos'. With that last word, he swept the lord's leg out from under him and Daxos grabbed the man-child by the collar and slammed him onto his back in the sand.
Daxos could hear a chuckle from the other men behind him. Daxos laughed and put his hand out to the young lord, the anger and malice had seemed to almost vanish in an instant, "Get up. The day's still young." He had seemed to get his frustrations out and now seemed more amiable than he was previously.
Regardless of the young lord had taken his hand or not he spun back around to Captain Maleos, "What is next captain? Shall we have him gear up and we go on our run?" There was a small smirk on his face, "Or should we let him rest a bit."
The soldier had fallen in line the moment they had arrived. This was now in the hands of his Captain. He watched intently as Maleos had belittled the young lord in a similar manner than what he had earlier. He normally would try to hide his smirk, but this was just too rich. The noble was finally getting his just due.
Daxos was elated when Maleos chose Silanos to fight him. He had been on the receiving end of that, all the soldiers had. He still remembered the pain he felt from that first fight with his captain. He watched the two square up with eagerness. He knew that Silanos had no power. He doubted that he could even move fast. To be honest, Daxos was just looking forward to seeing Silanos laid out.
The punch was unexpected, but Daxos nodded his head slightly. The best way to beat a superior opponent was always with a surprise attack. The young lord had the right theory or perhaps he was just fed up with the abuse. Regardless, the tactic could have been effective. It could have been if Silanos wasn't as strong as a few strands of straw and he attacked so openly and upfront.
It was over almost as quickly as it began. The captain began to spout off his lesson about not attacking directly. Daxos muttered in agreement. The obvious attack was always the easiest to prepare for. If the boy had any brains he might have thought of a better way to attack.
The fact that this man-child of a nobleman was getting hit again and again by commoners brought only feelings of warmth and pleasure throughout the soldier's body. That same pleasure only intensified when the captain called him up to spar with the boy.
Daxos laughed heartily, "Yes, Captain, a less practiced and experienced opponent would do much better." It was a joke to all the soldiers. They knew better than anyone that the only one who stood a hair of a chance against the Captain was Daxos. The large soldier had more power than his captain, and in pure feats of strength, Daxos would come out on top. The captain, however, had more experience and speed than the soldier could ever hope to strive for in his current state. He never won, but he did often give his captain a good workout.
He walked slowly to the sands, eyeing the man-child with gleeful spite in his eyes. He cracked his neck and knuckles quickly. His feet shifted apart, shifting the sands around him, as he lowered himself into his stance, "This has been a long time coming, maggot. I will enjoy this." A malicious smile graced his face as he stared down the young lord.
It was only a few seconds before he struck. In a flash, he covered the few feet between them and sent out a jab with his left hand headed towards the young lord's face. He followed it with a right hook to the gut followed by a swift kick to the thigh.
"Well, maggot, I'll give you your second lesson." He spoke in between a flurry of blows, "the best offense is relentless," a left hook headed towards the jaw of the young lord, "unrepentant," a right jab to the young lord's kidney, "and calculated." Throughout his blows, he kept stepping forward until his right leg was between Silanos'. With that last word, he swept the lord's leg out from under him and Daxos grabbed the man-child by the collar and slammed him onto his back in the sand.
Daxos could hear a chuckle from the other men behind him. Daxos laughed and put his hand out to the young lord, the anger and malice had seemed to almost vanish in an instant, "Get up. The day's still young." He had seemed to get his frustrations out and now seemed more amiable than he was previously.
Regardless of the young lord had taken his hand or not he spun back around to Captain Maleos, "What is next captain? Shall we have him gear up and we go on our run?" There was a small smirk on his face, "Or should we let him rest a bit."
He should not have been so shocked to find himself flat out on his back in the sand, fighting to get some breath into his lungs. And yet it had happened so quickly that Silanos was shocked, and it took a moment for his thoughts to catch up with what had happened, blinking up at the still pale sky until he became cognizant of the titters that had met his inevitable downfall.
With his face twisted into a grimace, Sil did not immediately move, cutting a hard look toward his assailant. He was growing less and less enamoured with his situation by the second. His head ached, his limbs felt leaden and his ribs were aching again at all the unecessary jostling. And it wasn’t even fucking breakfast time yet.
The young lord would gladly have murdered Maleos as he chided him in a mocking tone. It didn’t matter that the dullard had no idea what he was talking about, that he could not know the contentious relationship that his victim had with sleep, it was the derisive way he spoke, the deliberate taunting. Silanos would not forget it in a hurry.
He did not offer an answer, but rather took his time climbing to his feet, dusting himself down and trying to ignore how wobbly and unstable he felt. And when the Captain made a show of handing over to Daxos, Sil couldn’t stop the mirthless snort,“Oh, but I think he already had his turn” he said bitterly, even as he watched the brawny form of the soldier approach. He would have been lying had he said there was not a feeling of apprehension - Daxos had already proved himself a little too happy with this seeming free rein on physical violence.
The lord raised his fists, watched the bigger man warily, giving him a scathing look as he revealed how much he would enjoy this opportunity. If the man’s venom surprised him a little, he wasn’t about to let it show. He might have thought they had edged towards some kind of truce between them, but any such delusions had been put to rest before, and it seemed would be underscored now.
He had barely time to react before the man was on him, Sil’s attempts to block coming too late so that Daxos’ fist hit his face with a horrible wet smack, a spray of red where his lip split against the edge of his teeth. And from there it only went downhill, a flurry of blows coming from what felt like every direction until he was slammed back into the sand that he’d only just got back up from, head spinning and unsure what hurt was coming from where.
Had he been more capable of a solid thought in that moment, Silanos would have been considering what a fucking horrible excuse for a day he was having, but as it was, he just groaned, rolled onto his side and spat out a mouthul of blood. He would have stayed down, for there was a real fear that he might be about to vomit, but it was impossible to forget that there were witnesses to this humiliation, and so ignoring the hand extended down toward him, Sil pushed first up to his knees and then rolled back onto his heels, only swaying a little as he came back to his feet. He didn’t straighten entirely because his guts were churning uneasily, body unwelcoming of such rough treatment when it was unrested and unprepared.
For a moment, he imagined what grim satisfaction might be found in vomiting over Daxos’ boots, but even Sil did not want to invite any further aggression, and so he fought the sensation of nausea, dragging long slow breaths in through his nose, blowing out from his mouth. He attempted to ignore the feeling of eyes upon him,focusing instead on the patch of sand between his feet where he could see his own blood drying.This was bullshit.
And when he heard Daxos address Maleos, the lord lifted his head to stare disbelievingly at his brother’s friend. He didn’t believe for a moment that this was a usual introduction to the unit’s regime, and thought rather it was some trial of Hades they had devised just to fuck him over.Silanos laughed: partly because it amused him that they would go to such efforts for him, and partly because the alternative was less acceptible. Forcing himself to stand to his full height again, he looked out his most obnoxious smirk and plastered it over his throbbing face. “Please, do tell. You boys really know how to give a welcome”.
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He should not have been so shocked to find himself flat out on his back in the sand, fighting to get some breath into his lungs. And yet it had happened so quickly that Silanos was shocked, and it took a moment for his thoughts to catch up with what had happened, blinking up at the still pale sky until he became cognizant of the titters that had met his inevitable downfall.
With his face twisted into a grimace, Sil did not immediately move, cutting a hard look toward his assailant. He was growing less and less enamoured with his situation by the second. His head ached, his limbs felt leaden and his ribs were aching again at all the unecessary jostling. And it wasn’t even fucking breakfast time yet.
The young lord would gladly have murdered Maleos as he chided him in a mocking tone. It didn’t matter that the dullard had no idea what he was talking about, that he could not know the contentious relationship that his victim had with sleep, it was the derisive way he spoke, the deliberate taunting. Silanos would not forget it in a hurry.
He did not offer an answer, but rather took his time climbing to his feet, dusting himself down and trying to ignore how wobbly and unstable he felt. And when the Captain made a show of handing over to Daxos, Sil couldn’t stop the mirthless snort,“Oh, but I think he already had his turn” he said bitterly, even as he watched the brawny form of the soldier approach. He would have been lying had he said there was not a feeling of apprehension - Daxos had already proved himself a little too happy with this seeming free rein on physical violence.
The lord raised his fists, watched the bigger man warily, giving him a scathing look as he revealed how much he would enjoy this opportunity. If the man’s venom surprised him a little, he wasn’t about to let it show. He might have thought they had edged towards some kind of truce between them, but any such delusions had been put to rest before, and it seemed would be underscored now.
He had barely time to react before the man was on him, Sil’s attempts to block coming too late so that Daxos’ fist hit his face with a horrible wet smack, a spray of red where his lip split against the edge of his teeth. And from there it only went downhill, a flurry of blows coming from what felt like every direction until he was slammed back into the sand that he’d only just got back up from, head spinning and unsure what hurt was coming from where.
Had he been more capable of a solid thought in that moment, Silanos would have been considering what a fucking horrible excuse for a day he was having, but as it was, he just groaned, rolled onto his side and spat out a mouthul of blood. He would have stayed down, for there was a real fear that he might be about to vomit, but it was impossible to forget that there were witnesses to this humiliation, and so ignoring the hand extended down toward him, Sil pushed first up to his knees and then rolled back onto his heels, only swaying a little as he came back to his feet. He didn’t straighten entirely because his guts were churning uneasily, body unwelcoming of such rough treatment when it was unrested and unprepared.
For a moment, he imagined what grim satisfaction might be found in vomiting over Daxos’ boots, but even Sil did not want to invite any further aggression, and so he fought the sensation of nausea, dragging long slow breaths in through his nose, blowing out from his mouth. He attempted to ignore the feeling of eyes upon him,focusing instead on the patch of sand between his feet where he could see his own blood drying.This was bullshit.
And when he heard Daxos address Maleos, the lord lifted his head to stare disbelievingly at his brother’s friend. He didn’t believe for a moment that this was a usual introduction to the unit’s regime, and thought rather it was some trial of Hades they had devised just to fuck him over.Silanos laughed: partly because it amused him that they would go to such efforts for him, and partly because the alternative was less acceptible. Forcing himself to stand to his full height again, he looked out his most obnoxious smirk and plastered it over his throbbing face. “Please, do tell. You boys really know how to give a welcome”.
He should not have been so shocked to find himself flat out on his back in the sand, fighting to get some breath into his lungs. And yet it had happened so quickly that Silanos was shocked, and it took a moment for his thoughts to catch up with what had happened, blinking up at the still pale sky until he became cognizant of the titters that had met his inevitable downfall.
With his face twisted into a grimace, Sil did not immediately move, cutting a hard look toward his assailant. He was growing less and less enamoured with his situation by the second. His head ached, his limbs felt leaden and his ribs were aching again at all the unecessary jostling. And it wasn’t even fucking breakfast time yet.
The young lord would gladly have murdered Maleos as he chided him in a mocking tone. It didn’t matter that the dullard had no idea what he was talking about, that he could not know the contentious relationship that his victim had with sleep, it was the derisive way he spoke, the deliberate taunting. Silanos would not forget it in a hurry.
He did not offer an answer, but rather took his time climbing to his feet, dusting himself down and trying to ignore how wobbly and unstable he felt. And when the Captain made a show of handing over to Daxos, Sil couldn’t stop the mirthless snort,“Oh, but I think he already had his turn” he said bitterly, even as he watched the brawny form of the soldier approach. He would have been lying had he said there was not a feeling of apprehension - Daxos had already proved himself a little too happy with this seeming free rein on physical violence.
The lord raised his fists, watched the bigger man warily, giving him a scathing look as he revealed how much he would enjoy this opportunity. If the man’s venom surprised him a little, he wasn’t about to let it show. He might have thought they had edged towards some kind of truce between them, but any such delusions had been put to rest before, and it seemed would be underscored now.
He had barely time to react before the man was on him, Sil’s attempts to block coming too late so that Daxos’ fist hit his face with a horrible wet smack, a spray of red where his lip split against the edge of his teeth. And from there it only went downhill, a flurry of blows coming from what felt like every direction until he was slammed back into the sand that he’d only just got back up from, head spinning and unsure what hurt was coming from where.
Had he been more capable of a solid thought in that moment, Silanos would have been considering what a fucking horrible excuse for a day he was having, but as it was, he just groaned, rolled onto his side and spat out a mouthul of blood. He would have stayed down, for there was a real fear that he might be about to vomit, but it was impossible to forget that there were witnesses to this humiliation, and so ignoring the hand extended down toward him, Sil pushed first up to his knees and then rolled back onto his heels, only swaying a little as he came back to his feet. He didn’t straighten entirely because his guts were churning uneasily, body unwelcoming of such rough treatment when it was unrested and unprepared.
For a moment, he imagined what grim satisfaction might be found in vomiting over Daxos’ boots, but even Sil did not want to invite any further aggression, and so he fought the sensation of nausea, dragging long slow breaths in through his nose, blowing out from his mouth. He attempted to ignore the feeling of eyes upon him,focusing instead on the patch of sand between his feet where he could see his own blood drying.This was bullshit.
And when he heard Daxos address Maleos, the lord lifted his head to stare disbelievingly at his brother’s friend. He didn’t believe for a moment that this was a usual introduction to the unit’s regime, and thought rather it was some trial of Hades they had devised just to fuck him over.Silanos laughed: partly because it amused him that they would go to such efforts for him, and partly because the alternative was less acceptible. Forcing himself to stand to his full height again, he looked out his most obnoxious smirk and plastered it over his throbbing face. “Please, do tell. You boys really know how to give a welcome”.
The spar with the Captain was something that every soldier in his unit had done upon being welcomed into his ranks. Not a single one of them had bested him on their first go, all of them too young and eager to show off, not a single one of them stood a chance against the seasoned Captain on their first days. Now, they were men who stood a chance of holding their own, but Silanos was not. Nor would he ever be. As if the man would ever listen to instruction and let Maleos teach him something. He was much too stubborn and self-important to take any meaning from any of this, he was sure of it. That didn’t mean Maleos wasn’t going to at least give it his best effort.
The Captain took a little joy from seeing Silanos on his back in the sand, taking his time getting up like he thought if he laid there he would be forgotten about and left alone. It was pathetic really, a real man would have been back up on his feet, ready to try again and prove himself. Instead the noble lay there, like a scared child. Pathetic.
Maleos moved aside, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two men square off. There was no doubt that Daxos would emerge victorious, the lesson mostly was for Silanos, to learn that without the title he was born into, he was nothing and meant nothing. Maleos had worked hard his entire life to earn his title, Silanos had just been lucky enough to be born into his family name, other than that, he held no value and Maleos was going to make sure he knew exactly that by the end of this.
The Captain watched as Sil was struck in a quick succession by Daxos, hardly having a chance to react. And yet, the chance to react was in fact there, if one’s senses weren’t dulled by a lifestyle of pure laziness and drink. He watched with curiosity as Daxos offered the other man a hand up. A sign of brotherhood, of the beginning of trust. If Silanos would just co-operate, accept his fate and learn his lessons from it, the man could have a bright future. He watched as Silanos denied the gesture, and with it took any hopes of Silanos learning his lesson.
“He will rest when he has earned it. Same goes for all of you. Fun and games are done. Now, we start our day.” He called when Daxos asked what was next. His men wiped the smiles off their faces, and all stood at attention, knowing that Maleos was done with their little show that morning.
“Daxos, see that the dog is outfitted for the run. Double his gear since he seems to think it’s funny. No one eats their morning meal until our dog completes the circuit twice.” He commanded.
“Armour and packs, now. Go.” He said, and his men did as they were told, beginning to strap on heavy full armour sets and grab their weighted packs. Once the rest of the men had already left the barracks, having memorized the planned path through the city streets, Maleos went over to Daxos and Silanos with the intention on checking on the lord to see if he was even capable of dressing himself. He couldn’t imagine he had ever had a reason to wear armour before.
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The spar with the Captain was something that every soldier in his unit had done upon being welcomed into his ranks. Not a single one of them had bested him on their first go, all of them too young and eager to show off, not a single one of them stood a chance against the seasoned Captain on their first days. Now, they were men who stood a chance of holding their own, but Silanos was not. Nor would he ever be. As if the man would ever listen to instruction and let Maleos teach him something. He was much too stubborn and self-important to take any meaning from any of this, he was sure of it. That didn’t mean Maleos wasn’t going to at least give it his best effort.
The Captain took a little joy from seeing Silanos on his back in the sand, taking his time getting up like he thought if he laid there he would be forgotten about and left alone. It was pathetic really, a real man would have been back up on his feet, ready to try again and prove himself. Instead the noble lay there, like a scared child. Pathetic.
Maleos moved aside, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two men square off. There was no doubt that Daxos would emerge victorious, the lesson mostly was for Silanos, to learn that without the title he was born into, he was nothing and meant nothing. Maleos had worked hard his entire life to earn his title, Silanos had just been lucky enough to be born into his family name, other than that, he held no value and Maleos was going to make sure he knew exactly that by the end of this.
The Captain watched as Sil was struck in a quick succession by Daxos, hardly having a chance to react. And yet, the chance to react was in fact there, if one’s senses weren’t dulled by a lifestyle of pure laziness and drink. He watched with curiosity as Daxos offered the other man a hand up. A sign of brotherhood, of the beginning of trust. If Silanos would just co-operate, accept his fate and learn his lessons from it, the man could have a bright future. He watched as Silanos denied the gesture, and with it took any hopes of Silanos learning his lesson.
“He will rest when he has earned it. Same goes for all of you. Fun and games are done. Now, we start our day.” He called when Daxos asked what was next. His men wiped the smiles off their faces, and all stood at attention, knowing that Maleos was done with their little show that morning.
“Daxos, see that the dog is outfitted for the run. Double his gear since he seems to think it’s funny. No one eats their morning meal until our dog completes the circuit twice.” He commanded.
“Armour and packs, now. Go.” He said, and his men did as they were told, beginning to strap on heavy full armour sets and grab their weighted packs. Once the rest of the men had already left the barracks, having memorized the planned path through the city streets, Maleos went over to Daxos and Silanos with the intention on checking on the lord to see if he was even capable of dressing himself. He couldn’t imagine he had ever had a reason to wear armour before.
The spar with the Captain was something that every soldier in his unit had done upon being welcomed into his ranks. Not a single one of them had bested him on their first go, all of them too young and eager to show off, not a single one of them stood a chance against the seasoned Captain on their first days. Now, they were men who stood a chance of holding their own, but Silanos was not. Nor would he ever be. As if the man would ever listen to instruction and let Maleos teach him something. He was much too stubborn and self-important to take any meaning from any of this, he was sure of it. That didn’t mean Maleos wasn’t going to at least give it his best effort.
The Captain took a little joy from seeing Silanos on his back in the sand, taking his time getting up like he thought if he laid there he would be forgotten about and left alone. It was pathetic really, a real man would have been back up on his feet, ready to try again and prove himself. Instead the noble lay there, like a scared child. Pathetic.
Maleos moved aside, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two men square off. There was no doubt that Daxos would emerge victorious, the lesson mostly was for Silanos, to learn that without the title he was born into, he was nothing and meant nothing. Maleos had worked hard his entire life to earn his title, Silanos had just been lucky enough to be born into his family name, other than that, he held no value and Maleos was going to make sure he knew exactly that by the end of this.
The Captain watched as Sil was struck in a quick succession by Daxos, hardly having a chance to react. And yet, the chance to react was in fact there, if one’s senses weren’t dulled by a lifestyle of pure laziness and drink. He watched with curiosity as Daxos offered the other man a hand up. A sign of brotherhood, of the beginning of trust. If Silanos would just co-operate, accept his fate and learn his lessons from it, the man could have a bright future. He watched as Silanos denied the gesture, and with it took any hopes of Silanos learning his lesson.
“He will rest when he has earned it. Same goes for all of you. Fun and games are done. Now, we start our day.” He called when Daxos asked what was next. His men wiped the smiles off their faces, and all stood at attention, knowing that Maleos was done with their little show that morning.
“Daxos, see that the dog is outfitted for the run. Double his gear since he seems to think it’s funny. No one eats their morning meal until our dog completes the circuit twice.” He commanded.
“Armour and packs, now. Go.” He said, and his men did as they were told, beginning to strap on heavy full armour sets and grab their weighted packs. Once the rest of the men had already left the barracks, having memorized the planned path through the city streets, Maleos went over to Daxos and Silanos with the intention on checking on the lord to see if he was even capable of dressing himself. He couldn’t imagine he had ever had a reason to wear armour before.
The feigned amusement slid off Sil’s face pretty damn quickly at Maleos’ words, the younger man setting his jaw. He did not appreciate the persistent name calling, a thousand and one retorts that he was having to swallow back each time one was slung his way, but more so was the feeling of dread that the idea of more running called up.
More fucking running?!
It had been bad enough on the way there, an unforgiving testimony to how unfit Silanos was, existing as he did on a diet of no sleep, wine and poppy in various quantities. He honestly did not know how he would be able to do it again, carrying whatever shit he was bound to be given to carry. Sliding a glance towards the soldiers whose breakfast now hinged on his success, Sil silently cursed his big mouth.
It was hard though, to quiet what was really his only means of asserting himself. It was no natural thing for him to take orders - probably what had gotten him landed here in the first place, and it wasn’t any fucking easier when he felt he was being deliberately demeaned. Silanos wondered what would happen if he just tried to walk out, how far they would take things to ensure he didn’t, thinking the scene at the manor not a promising indicator of a successful escape.But neither was the idea of a humiliating failure appealing, and he followed sullenly after Daxos, trying to think of someway he could save himself.
The younger Valaoritis was not small..he had the height of his brother, but there was a distinct lack of bulk. He didn’t have the muscles of a warrior, nor the stamina. He didn’t pretend to. And now to be asked to behave like he did?
No, not asked he amended with a scowl.Told.
And treated like he was a fucking idiot as well, he considered, as Maleos wandered over. Silanos fastened the straps on the armour with unnecessary force, seething as he did so. Like he hadn’t grown up in a family of three brothers, who played army games from being knee high. Like he didn’t fucking know how to pick up a sword. Just because he didn’t choose to do it all day like these morons. Just because he hadn’t blindly joined the unit when he was fifteen.
He wasn’t supposed to have to. There was already an heir and a spare. Sil was the youngest, an indulgence of his parents, and by the time he’d gotten to an age where joining the unit might have been on the cards, their father had fallen ill and it had in turn fallen by the wayside. Tim fucking knew all of this. And yet he’d still made the choice to pass him over to his bully boys. It was a joke, only the funny part was not really funny at all.
But even as he accepted the pack held out toward him, balked at the weight of it, Sil knew somewhere that maybe Timaeus had just run out of other ideas. That he’d made him feel like he had no other choice. And though he wouldn’t admit it, that knowledge was far more uncomfortable than the kicking he’d just been given, or the wounds to his pride. He knew he’d done some stupid shit. His brother didn’t know the half of it.
Maybe it was that admission to himself that quietened the stubborn Valaoritis streak, as inflexible as the lands they were borne of. Maybe it was guilt that had him settle the pack against his shoulders, grimacing as he caught the full weight of it, but not protesting, even though he knew this was going to be a disaster.
If there was something Sil had gotten quite good at over the past couple of years, it was judging how far he could go on how little sleep. And he’d perfected the balance to fine art, knowing just how much he could push himself before he had to concede and snatch a couple of hours, and then another. He knew his limits. But his careful considerations were based upon sloping around the city from a tavern to a party, maybe home again. Maybe scaling a wall now and again. They didn’t allow for fucking running around the streets in armour after being punched half a dozen times..
Which was why it was little surprise when towards the end of the first lap, his pace, which had been flagging, slowed even further, and stumbles became frequent. His pride could only keep him going so far,and Sil eventually paused on a corner, sagged a moment against the stone of the wall because he was sure if he didn’t he was going to pitch face first toward the street. “Just..I need a minute”.
He was sweating like a horse, heart thundering beneath the metal breastplate that was rising and falling sharply with the fast, shallow breaths that the young lord was taking. Silanos blinked as the world seemed to shift and wobble around him, a sharp cramp twisting up his side. He closed his eyes a moment and turned his head, pressing his forehead against the cool stone. Could he even make his legs move again? They felt like nothing beneath him.
And then as if taking the momentary rest as an opportunity to make its protests known, his body decided to purge itself of what little was in his stomach. Silanos braced his hand against the wall as he jerked forward and vomited onto the street, the acrid taste of bile burning his throat, his nose.
Well that was fucking disgusting.
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The feigned amusement slid off Sil’s face pretty damn quickly at Maleos’ words, the younger man setting his jaw. He did not appreciate the persistent name calling, a thousand and one retorts that he was having to swallow back each time one was slung his way, but more so was the feeling of dread that the idea of more running called up.
More fucking running?!
It had been bad enough on the way there, an unforgiving testimony to how unfit Silanos was, existing as he did on a diet of no sleep, wine and poppy in various quantities. He honestly did not know how he would be able to do it again, carrying whatever shit he was bound to be given to carry. Sliding a glance towards the soldiers whose breakfast now hinged on his success, Sil silently cursed his big mouth.
It was hard though, to quiet what was really his only means of asserting himself. It was no natural thing for him to take orders - probably what had gotten him landed here in the first place, and it wasn’t any fucking easier when he felt he was being deliberately demeaned. Silanos wondered what would happen if he just tried to walk out, how far they would take things to ensure he didn’t, thinking the scene at the manor not a promising indicator of a successful escape.But neither was the idea of a humiliating failure appealing, and he followed sullenly after Daxos, trying to think of someway he could save himself.
The younger Valaoritis was not small..he had the height of his brother, but there was a distinct lack of bulk. He didn’t have the muscles of a warrior, nor the stamina. He didn’t pretend to. And now to be asked to behave like he did?
No, not asked he amended with a scowl.Told.
And treated like he was a fucking idiot as well, he considered, as Maleos wandered over. Silanos fastened the straps on the armour with unnecessary force, seething as he did so. Like he hadn’t grown up in a family of three brothers, who played army games from being knee high. Like he didn’t fucking know how to pick up a sword. Just because he didn’t choose to do it all day like these morons. Just because he hadn’t blindly joined the unit when he was fifteen.
He wasn’t supposed to have to. There was already an heir and a spare. Sil was the youngest, an indulgence of his parents, and by the time he’d gotten to an age where joining the unit might have been on the cards, their father had fallen ill and it had in turn fallen by the wayside. Tim fucking knew all of this. And yet he’d still made the choice to pass him over to his bully boys. It was a joke, only the funny part was not really funny at all.
But even as he accepted the pack held out toward him, balked at the weight of it, Sil knew somewhere that maybe Timaeus had just run out of other ideas. That he’d made him feel like he had no other choice. And though he wouldn’t admit it, that knowledge was far more uncomfortable than the kicking he’d just been given, or the wounds to his pride. He knew he’d done some stupid shit. His brother didn’t know the half of it.
Maybe it was that admission to himself that quietened the stubborn Valaoritis streak, as inflexible as the lands they were borne of. Maybe it was guilt that had him settle the pack against his shoulders, grimacing as he caught the full weight of it, but not protesting, even though he knew this was going to be a disaster.
If there was something Sil had gotten quite good at over the past couple of years, it was judging how far he could go on how little sleep. And he’d perfected the balance to fine art, knowing just how much he could push himself before he had to concede and snatch a couple of hours, and then another. He knew his limits. But his careful considerations were based upon sloping around the city from a tavern to a party, maybe home again. Maybe scaling a wall now and again. They didn’t allow for fucking running around the streets in armour after being punched half a dozen times..
Which was why it was little surprise when towards the end of the first lap, his pace, which had been flagging, slowed even further, and stumbles became frequent. His pride could only keep him going so far,and Sil eventually paused on a corner, sagged a moment against the stone of the wall because he was sure if he didn’t he was going to pitch face first toward the street. “Just..I need a minute”.
He was sweating like a horse, heart thundering beneath the metal breastplate that was rising and falling sharply with the fast, shallow breaths that the young lord was taking. Silanos blinked as the world seemed to shift and wobble around him, a sharp cramp twisting up his side. He closed his eyes a moment and turned his head, pressing his forehead against the cool stone. Could he even make his legs move again? They felt like nothing beneath him.
And then as if taking the momentary rest as an opportunity to make its protests known, his body decided to purge itself of what little was in his stomach. Silanos braced his hand against the wall as he jerked forward and vomited onto the street, the acrid taste of bile burning his throat, his nose.
Well that was fucking disgusting.
The feigned amusement slid off Sil’s face pretty damn quickly at Maleos’ words, the younger man setting his jaw. He did not appreciate the persistent name calling, a thousand and one retorts that he was having to swallow back each time one was slung his way, but more so was the feeling of dread that the idea of more running called up.
More fucking running?!
It had been bad enough on the way there, an unforgiving testimony to how unfit Silanos was, existing as he did on a diet of no sleep, wine and poppy in various quantities. He honestly did not know how he would be able to do it again, carrying whatever shit he was bound to be given to carry. Sliding a glance towards the soldiers whose breakfast now hinged on his success, Sil silently cursed his big mouth.
It was hard though, to quiet what was really his only means of asserting himself. It was no natural thing for him to take orders - probably what had gotten him landed here in the first place, and it wasn’t any fucking easier when he felt he was being deliberately demeaned. Silanos wondered what would happen if he just tried to walk out, how far they would take things to ensure he didn’t, thinking the scene at the manor not a promising indicator of a successful escape.But neither was the idea of a humiliating failure appealing, and he followed sullenly after Daxos, trying to think of someway he could save himself.
The younger Valaoritis was not small..he had the height of his brother, but there was a distinct lack of bulk. He didn’t have the muscles of a warrior, nor the stamina. He didn’t pretend to. And now to be asked to behave like he did?
No, not asked he amended with a scowl.Told.
And treated like he was a fucking idiot as well, he considered, as Maleos wandered over. Silanos fastened the straps on the armour with unnecessary force, seething as he did so. Like he hadn’t grown up in a family of three brothers, who played army games from being knee high. Like he didn’t fucking know how to pick up a sword. Just because he didn’t choose to do it all day like these morons. Just because he hadn’t blindly joined the unit when he was fifteen.
He wasn’t supposed to have to. There was already an heir and a spare. Sil was the youngest, an indulgence of his parents, and by the time he’d gotten to an age where joining the unit might have been on the cards, their father had fallen ill and it had in turn fallen by the wayside. Tim fucking knew all of this. And yet he’d still made the choice to pass him over to his bully boys. It was a joke, only the funny part was not really funny at all.
But even as he accepted the pack held out toward him, balked at the weight of it, Sil knew somewhere that maybe Timaeus had just run out of other ideas. That he’d made him feel like he had no other choice. And though he wouldn’t admit it, that knowledge was far more uncomfortable than the kicking he’d just been given, or the wounds to his pride. He knew he’d done some stupid shit. His brother didn’t know the half of it.
Maybe it was that admission to himself that quietened the stubborn Valaoritis streak, as inflexible as the lands they were borne of. Maybe it was guilt that had him settle the pack against his shoulders, grimacing as he caught the full weight of it, but not protesting, even though he knew this was going to be a disaster.
If there was something Sil had gotten quite good at over the past couple of years, it was judging how far he could go on how little sleep. And he’d perfected the balance to fine art, knowing just how much he could push himself before he had to concede and snatch a couple of hours, and then another. He knew his limits. But his careful considerations were based upon sloping around the city from a tavern to a party, maybe home again. Maybe scaling a wall now and again. They didn’t allow for fucking running around the streets in armour after being punched half a dozen times..
Which was why it was little surprise when towards the end of the first lap, his pace, which had been flagging, slowed even further, and stumbles became frequent. His pride could only keep him going so far,and Sil eventually paused on a corner, sagged a moment against the stone of the wall because he was sure if he didn’t he was going to pitch face first toward the street. “Just..I need a minute”.
He was sweating like a horse, heart thundering beneath the metal breastplate that was rising and falling sharply with the fast, shallow breaths that the young lord was taking. Silanos blinked as the world seemed to shift and wobble around him, a sharp cramp twisting up his side. He closed his eyes a moment and turned his head, pressing his forehead against the cool stone. Could he even make his legs move again? They felt like nothing beneath him.
And then as if taking the momentary rest as an opportunity to make its protests known, his body decided to purge itself of what little was in his stomach. Silanos braced his hand against the wall as he jerked forward and vomited onto the street, the acrid taste of bile burning his throat, his nose.
Well that was fucking disgusting.
Daxos was miffed at the young lord's refusal for his hand. This would be much easier if you would have accepted it, he thought bitterly. Despite all of the grievances he had against the young lord, he was somewhat sympathetic to his plight. The stubborn pride of a lord would be his downfall today.
He stood at attention as Maleos barked his orders, "Yes Captain." He turned to Silanos, "Come on maggot. I hope you're ready for this." He led the man-child along to the barracks. He picked out the smallest set of armor and handed it to the man-child. It was meant for a young man, maybe fourteen or so since their bulk was usually not set in yet. The man-child was too thin to truly fill out a man's armor. It was quite sad to be honest.
He then grabbed a pack and started stuffing it with rocks. Double the amount that anyone else had, besides Daxos himself. Soon as the pack was full he held it out to the young lord to take it. As soon as he did he donned his armor and began stuffing his pack full of rocks as well, even more than what he had stuffed in the man-child's pack. He did this every run and very few in the unit could even match the amount of weight he could carry on these runs. He wasn't quick, but that didn't truly matter too much. It was about completing the run.
He grabbed a shield and tossed it over to Silanos, "Strap this to you. And grab a spear," he pointed to a rack of spears along the wall, "This will not be easy. Best prepare yourself now." He then did the same, grabbing his shield and spear. They set off.
He followed closely behind the man-child as he was lagging through the city. He knew the poor bastard wouldn't have been able to keep up. He knew the young lord didn't eat well at all and his debaucherous lifestyle ruined his chances of completing this exercise with no mess-ups.
Soon the mess up was upon them. He stopped as Silanos had leaned himself up against the wall, "You need to move. Stopping will only make it worse." He could feel the weight of his pack upon his shoulders. It didn't bother him yet, but he knew that by the end of the run, he'd start to get some fatigue.
As he thought about it he noted the young lord had begun spewing his stomach's contents on the ground. Laughing heartily, "That looks like a hearty meal you had there." He lightly rubbed the young lord's back, "This is no time to dawdle. If you want food and water we're going to need to complete this exercise. We usually have a few minutes after the run before the next. Come." He lightly nudged Silanos forward. Waiting for the man to start running once more he followed behind closely, keeping an eye out for any sign of fainting the young lord may experience. He knew some couldn't handle the run without collapsing. Despite his newfound power, he was still the man-child's babysitter and had to make sure he got home in one piece.
The run was long and arduous, but when they arrived back at the barracks Daxos slid the pack off his back, it crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Wiping the sweat off his face with his chiton he began to stretch, "You should do the same. It'll keep your muscles from seizing."
Daxos then found some water skins and filled two of them up, bringing one over the exhausted lord, "Here. Sips. Don't chug. You'll end up losing it if you do." Turning to his captain Daxos nodded, "May we eat breakfast now, Captain?" The unit had been back for quite some time before the soldier and the lord arrived. They looked quite hungry.
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Daxos was miffed at the young lord's refusal for his hand. This would be much easier if you would have accepted it, he thought bitterly. Despite all of the grievances he had against the young lord, he was somewhat sympathetic to his plight. The stubborn pride of a lord would be his downfall today.
He stood at attention as Maleos barked his orders, "Yes Captain." He turned to Silanos, "Come on maggot. I hope you're ready for this." He led the man-child along to the barracks. He picked out the smallest set of armor and handed it to the man-child. It was meant for a young man, maybe fourteen or so since their bulk was usually not set in yet. The man-child was too thin to truly fill out a man's armor. It was quite sad to be honest.
He then grabbed a pack and started stuffing it with rocks. Double the amount that anyone else had, besides Daxos himself. Soon as the pack was full he held it out to the young lord to take it. As soon as he did he donned his armor and began stuffing his pack full of rocks as well, even more than what he had stuffed in the man-child's pack. He did this every run and very few in the unit could even match the amount of weight he could carry on these runs. He wasn't quick, but that didn't truly matter too much. It was about completing the run.
He grabbed a shield and tossed it over to Silanos, "Strap this to you. And grab a spear," he pointed to a rack of spears along the wall, "This will not be easy. Best prepare yourself now." He then did the same, grabbing his shield and spear. They set off.
He followed closely behind the man-child as he was lagging through the city. He knew the poor bastard wouldn't have been able to keep up. He knew the young lord didn't eat well at all and his debaucherous lifestyle ruined his chances of completing this exercise with no mess-ups.
Soon the mess up was upon them. He stopped as Silanos had leaned himself up against the wall, "You need to move. Stopping will only make it worse." He could feel the weight of his pack upon his shoulders. It didn't bother him yet, but he knew that by the end of the run, he'd start to get some fatigue.
As he thought about it he noted the young lord had begun spewing his stomach's contents on the ground. Laughing heartily, "That looks like a hearty meal you had there." He lightly rubbed the young lord's back, "This is no time to dawdle. If you want food and water we're going to need to complete this exercise. We usually have a few minutes after the run before the next. Come." He lightly nudged Silanos forward. Waiting for the man to start running once more he followed behind closely, keeping an eye out for any sign of fainting the young lord may experience. He knew some couldn't handle the run without collapsing. Despite his newfound power, he was still the man-child's babysitter and had to make sure he got home in one piece.
The run was long and arduous, but when they arrived back at the barracks Daxos slid the pack off his back, it crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Wiping the sweat off his face with his chiton he began to stretch, "You should do the same. It'll keep your muscles from seizing."
Daxos then found some water skins and filled two of them up, bringing one over the exhausted lord, "Here. Sips. Don't chug. You'll end up losing it if you do." Turning to his captain Daxos nodded, "May we eat breakfast now, Captain?" The unit had been back for quite some time before the soldier and the lord arrived. They looked quite hungry.
Daxos was miffed at the young lord's refusal for his hand. This would be much easier if you would have accepted it, he thought bitterly. Despite all of the grievances he had against the young lord, he was somewhat sympathetic to his plight. The stubborn pride of a lord would be his downfall today.
He stood at attention as Maleos barked his orders, "Yes Captain." He turned to Silanos, "Come on maggot. I hope you're ready for this." He led the man-child along to the barracks. He picked out the smallest set of armor and handed it to the man-child. It was meant for a young man, maybe fourteen or so since their bulk was usually not set in yet. The man-child was too thin to truly fill out a man's armor. It was quite sad to be honest.
He then grabbed a pack and started stuffing it with rocks. Double the amount that anyone else had, besides Daxos himself. Soon as the pack was full he held it out to the young lord to take it. As soon as he did he donned his armor and began stuffing his pack full of rocks as well, even more than what he had stuffed in the man-child's pack. He did this every run and very few in the unit could even match the amount of weight he could carry on these runs. He wasn't quick, but that didn't truly matter too much. It was about completing the run.
He grabbed a shield and tossed it over to Silanos, "Strap this to you. And grab a spear," he pointed to a rack of spears along the wall, "This will not be easy. Best prepare yourself now." He then did the same, grabbing his shield and spear. They set off.
He followed closely behind the man-child as he was lagging through the city. He knew the poor bastard wouldn't have been able to keep up. He knew the young lord didn't eat well at all and his debaucherous lifestyle ruined his chances of completing this exercise with no mess-ups.
Soon the mess up was upon them. He stopped as Silanos had leaned himself up against the wall, "You need to move. Stopping will only make it worse." He could feel the weight of his pack upon his shoulders. It didn't bother him yet, but he knew that by the end of the run, he'd start to get some fatigue.
As he thought about it he noted the young lord had begun spewing his stomach's contents on the ground. Laughing heartily, "That looks like a hearty meal you had there." He lightly rubbed the young lord's back, "This is no time to dawdle. If you want food and water we're going to need to complete this exercise. We usually have a few minutes after the run before the next. Come." He lightly nudged Silanos forward. Waiting for the man to start running once more he followed behind closely, keeping an eye out for any sign of fainting the young lord may experience. He knew some couldn't handle the run without collapsing. Despite his newfound power, he was still the man-child's babysitter and had to make sure he got home in one piece.
The run was long and arduous, but when they arrived back at the barracks Daxos slid the pack off his back, it crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. Wiping the sweat off his face with his chiton he began to stretch, "You should do the same. It'll keep your muscles from seizing."
Daxos then found some water skins and filled two of them up, bringing one over the exhausted lord, "Here. Sips. Don't chug. You'll end up losing it if you do." Turning to his captain Daxos nodded, "May we eat breakfast now, Captain?" The unit had been back for quite some time before the soldier and the lord arrived. They looked quite hungry.
As his men loaded their packs and set off on their course, Maleos went and grabbed his own equipment, set aside as it was custom made for him. He strapped his battle gear on, the armour worn and marked from years of use and heavy combat. He loaded his packs down and as usual, his trusty sword was at his side. He grabbed a javelin as well, though he hadn’t had to use one in many years, it was still important to him to keep in shape and ready for any situation.
He was the last to leave, making sure all of his men had gone off on the path. He took off at a steady pace, easily passing Silanos and Daxos as Silanos had to stop to rest. He paid no mind to the spoiled lord and Daxos, his mind focused on the run itself, keeping his breathing as even as possible. Exercise was one thing that Maleos loved, not more than he loved actual combat, but he loved the feeling of making his muscles work. He would push himself until his muscles screamed, and then he would push himself further, enjoying it the whole time.
He made it back to the barracks in the middle numbers of his men. It wasn’t a race by any means, so he wasn’t worried about rushing, it was just important that all of them could do the run in an appropriate amount of time. Those who couldn’t quickly learned to do so, as they would be running the path constantly until they could, no breaks in between.
He slipped his gear off, hanging it back up where he had gotten it from as his breath started slowly evening out, he could feel his muscles warmed up and he wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of the day doing nothing but training. Unfortunately, as Captain, he didn’t get the opportunity as often as he would have liked to.
Instead he waited for all the men to return, the last of course being Silanos and Daxos. Maleos waited for Daxos to address him, eyes going to Silanos who looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. As much as Maleos was enjoying this, he couldn’t withhold breakfast from the lord. If he did, he was sure Sil would fall dead before the midday meal.
“Break for the meal.” He commanded, and his men hurried inside to get to the food, all of them hungry and none too happy about having to wait for Silanos. Normally they were allowed to eat as soon as they made it back from the morning run.
“Daxos, see to it that he eats. He’s pathetic enough without collapsing from lack of food. When you’re done your meal, I want both of you in my office.” He said, once his commands were done, he turned and headed outside, passing the mess hall where his men were eating, he instead headed straight up to his office, intent on getting some of his work done before he would need to get back on Silanos’ case.
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As his men loaded their packs and set off on their course, Maleos went and grabbed his own equipment, set aside as it was custom made for him. He strapped his battle gear on, the armour worn and marked from years of use and heavy combat. He loaded his packs down and as usual, his trusty sword was at his side. He grabbed a javelin as well, though he hadn’t had to use one in many years, it was still important to him to keep in shape and ready for any situation.
He was the last to leave, making sure all of his men had gone off on the path. He took off at a steady pace, easily passing Silanos and Daxos as Silanos had to stop to rest. He paid no mind to the spoiled lord and Daxos, his mind focused on the run itself, keeping his breathing as even as possible. Exercise was one thing that Maleos loved, not more than he loved actual combat, but he loved the feeling of making his muscles work. He would push himself until his muscles screamed, and then he would push himself further, enjoying it the whole time.
He made it back to the barracks in the middle numbers of his men. It wasn’t a race by any means, so he wasn’t worried about rushing, it was just important that all of them could do the run in an appropriate amount of time. Those who couldn’t quickly learned to do so, as they would be running the path constantly until they could, no breaks in between.
He slipped his gear off, hanging it back up where he had gotten it from as his breath started slowly evening out, he could feel his muscles warmed up and he wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of the day doing nothing but training. Unfortunately, as Captain, he didn’t get the opportunity as often as he would have liked to.
Instead he waited for all the men to return, the last of course being Silanos and Daxos. Maleos waited for Daxos to address him, eyes going to Silanos who looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. As much as Maleos was enjoying this, he couldn’t withhold breakfast from the lord. If he did, he was sure Sil would fall dead before the midday meal.
“Break for the meal.” He commanded, and his men hurried inside to get to the food, all of them hungry and none too happy about having to wait for Silanos. Normally they were allowed to eat as soon as they made it back from the morning run.
“Daxos, see to it that he eats. He’s pathetic enough without collapsing from lack of food. When you’re done your meal, I want both of you in my office.” He said, once his commands were done, he turned and headed outside, passing the mess hall where his men were eating, he instead headed straight up to his office, intent on getting some of his work done before he would need to get back on Silanos’ case.
As his men loaded their packs and set off on their course, Maleos went and grabbed his own equipment, set aside as it was custom made for him. He strapped his battle gear on, the armour worn and marked from years of use and heavy combat. He loaded his packs down and as usual, his trusty sword was at his side. He grabbed a javelin as well, though he hadn’t had to use one in many years, it was still important to him to keep in shape and ready for any situation.
He was the last to leave, making sure all of his men had gone off on the path. He took off at a steady pace, easily passing Silanos and Daxos as Silanos had to stop to rest. He paid no mind to the spoiled lord and Daxos, his mind focused on the run itself, keeping his breathing as even as possible. Exercise was one thing that Maleos loved, not more than he loved actual combat, but he loved the feeling of making his muscles work. He would push himself until his muscles screamed, and then he would push himself further, enjoying it the whole time.
He made it back to the barracks in the middle numbers of his men. It wasn’t a race by any means, so he wasn’t worried about rushing, it was just important that all of them could do the run in an appropriate amount of time. Those who couldn’t quickly learned to do so, as they would be running the path constantly until they could, no breaks in between.
He slipped his gear off, hanging it back up where he had gotten it from as his breath started slowly evening out, he could feel his muscles warmed up and he wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of the day doing nothing but training. Unfortunately, as Captain, he didn’t get the opportunity as often as he would have liked to.
Instead he waited for all the men to return, the last of course being Silanos and Daxos. Maleos waited for Daxos to address him, eyes going to Silanos who looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. As much as Maleos was enjoying this, he couldn’t withhold breakfast from the lord. If he did, he was sure Sil would fall dead before the midday meal.
“Break for the meal.” He commanded, and his men hurried inside to get to the food, all of them hungry and none too happy about having to wait for Silanos. Normally they were allowed to eat as soon as they made it back from the morning run.
“Daxos, see to it that he eats. He’s pathetic enough without collapsing from lack of food. When you’re done your meal, I want both of you in my office.” He said, once his commands were done, he turned and headed outside, passing the mess hall where his men were eating, he instead headed straight up to his office, intent on getting some of his work done before he would need to get back on Silanos’ case.