03-24-2016, 03:25 AM
Davis kept his gaze downward on the debris riddled floor. Most of the things the alien said were not appealing and above it all, he couldn't care less about the situation. He wouldn't insult the woman he carried around with him as something like that wasn't of his nature, but Zodbar on the other hand, he could have a field day with insulting.
"You aren't some gift to mankind. Just a plague at the end of its course." He could sit there and attempt to make it appear as if they were winning, but at the end of it, Davis succeeded in stopping one of their operations from succeeding. Places like Russia and Spain were even holding their own against the aliens.
Unknown to him, an operation was being staged to attempt to rescue him. Whether they made it in time or not was unknown to him, but the obvious would be that such a thing could spell a trap waiting to happen. It could also be the opposite and these royal figures who came to see a show could get taken out. Either way, the guards were beginning to raise him up from the shackled position he was in.
The place resembled much of the old arena, a large fighting ring in the center, spectators having a good view. He was thrown in the ring a bit softly, his black shirt taken. In a few seconds, he noticed the alien appearing, his pale white skin seemingly glowing as he was similarly dressed in that certain clothing a were missing. In a way, it reminded him of the old Greek and Roman disputes in out the Colliseum. If both sides had what they assumed was a pleasing fight to the gods, rumor had a war would not recommence until a few days later.
"Has anyone ever gotten close to beating you before?" They didn't win of course. The figure before him wouldn't have so many consorts as he put it if that were the case. Thing is Davis wasn't sure if this was going to be a lengthy fight or if these aliens had some bodily defense up their sleeves that could make their opponent easily submit to a fate. He had to do his best and hold out either way. Enough for him to map out an escape.
"You aren't some gift to mankind. Just a plague at the end of its course." He could sit there and attempt to make it appear as if they were winning, but at the end of it, Davis succeeded in stopping one of their operations from succeeding. Places like Russia and Spain were even holding their own against the aliens.
Unknown to him, an operation was being staged to attempt to rescue him. Whether they made it in time or not was unknown to him, but the obvious would be that such a thing could spell a trap waiting to happen. It could also be the opposite and these royal figures who came to see a show could get taken out. Either way, the guards were beginning to raise him up from the shackled position he was in.
The place resembled much of the old arena, a large fighting ring in the center, spectators having a good view. He was thrown in the ring a bit softly, his black shirt taken. In a few seconds, he noticed the alien appearing, his pale white skin seemingly glowing as he was similarly dressed in that certain clothing a were missing. In a way, it reminded him of the old Greek and Roman disputes in out the Colliseum. If both sides had what they assumed was a pleasing fight to the gods, rumor had a war would not recommence until a few days later.
"Has anyone ever gotten close to beating you before?" They didn't win of course. The figure before him wouldn't have so many consorts as he put it if that were the case. Thing is Davis wasn't sure if this was going to be a lengthy fight or if these aliens had some bodily defense up their sleeves that could make their opponent easily submit to a fate. He had to do his best and hold out either way. Enough for him to map out an escape.