tidus

Taedus is a lone fighter, driven by the need for constant conflict.He feels really alive only among the cries of pain and steel blows.Its art is painted with spray of blood in hot dust.His brush is a blade.Army service could not give him what he wanted.There he would constantly train and march, occasionally participating in real battles.He longed for only one thing - the life of the gladiator, with constant battles every day. The descendant of the deserter, Taedus was immediately determined in the lower layers of the hierarchy of the thunder.Although his father paid for his own dishonor life, his son still brings a shame on his heritage.Taedus was sent into slavery as of the custom of his tribe as a reward to a warrior who proved his heroism on the battlefield.After the first few minutes after Taedus entered the service of the household, the other two slaves of the warrior were dead.Their blood still remained hot on the claws and teeth of Tidus, when the owner found them.The owner himself barely survived after a meeting with a young beast and therefore a potential slave was sent to battle pits.Thugs firmly believe in crime and punishment, but they rarely allow talent to fade away. Taedus seemed born to the battle.In the pits, he was a whirlwind and fangs.He fought with rash energy, ignoring the random wounds that his opponents could inflict.His reputation grew and over time he began to be considered a death sentence for any fighter.He was merciless, trying to kill only the one who was put in front of him.The shame of the desertion of his father clung to him like a stench.He felt this at every glance at him and tried to wash away his enemies with the blood of his blood. Several leaders smashed more close attention to this fighter, whose name was pronounced equally for fun and horror.Although every leader who witnessed his skill in the pits wanted him to speak under his banners, most of them understood that Taedus could not be commanded.He was naughty and often entered into quarrels that ended in murder.Most of the leaders also knew deep down that he should challenge their power, he could defeat them in battle and take control of their tribes.They were really lucky that Taedus did not consider any of them worthy prey. In the fighting pits, Taedus remained undefeated season in the season.He forgot about the shame of desertion and atonement.The only thing he was looking for was a real opponent.Anyone who can challenge him.He came across one cruel opponent after another, but they seemed to him only the agons.He was the embodiment of death.Predator in a cage with prey.However, each predator once meets another predator. Once he was given a worthy enemy.He was huge as a bear, but Taudus was not the first to run such enemies.Although he did not have a bravado of a young gladiator, he was just as confident in his invincibility. Their battle lasted longer than any battle in which Taedus has ever participated.Another fighter was pragmatic and elegant in his combat movements.The quick gladiator tried to be agile, not allowing him to miss the blow, but heavy blows still overtook their target.A thousand blows fell upon him, and when Taedus dodged, breathing heavily from exhaustion, another fighter was still firmly stood, not showing fatigue.When the battle time came out, the battle was declared a draw.A replay was appointed and this time a huge crowd of people came to the sight. Again they ran into the same result.The insurmountable force met an invincible object.Finally, Taedus found a worthy enemy.Now it remains only to kill him. "You are afraid.You must be afraid "