Goal of the day: 761 words. Written: 778.
"My God! It's huge!”
No matter where the elevator took me, this place was steeply gigantic. I crawled out of a small round hole into a… A very, very, very large round hole… On the stairs of which there were people sitting. The sides of the pit rose up to the blue and cloudy sky, and the sun shone overhead.
"That's what shined here!"
The crowd roared as I gripped the rock tighter. When I got up from the pit, I felt a gust of hot wind up to my torso, a strange smell or stench of generations. A moment later I was at the top and the elevator stopped flat on the ground, suddenly blowing waves of sand to the side.
"Deeeeee."
I felt my head pounding again. Wherever I went, it was just huge. Up to the sky and a higher pit (or perhaps a field lined with curved stone walls), a sand-filled field below where I stood, dozens of various columns, crystals, wall ruins and who knows what around me.
When the eye falls behind one of the walls, which is splattered with blood and is sprinkled with something.
“Is it blood? Whose!?'
I gulped involuntarily in horror. Of course, since my throat was as dry as the sand around my stockinged feet, I barely swallowed.
"And her weapon," came the voice again, "is… Wow!" This is something interesting. In fact, we won't know what her weapon is until she uses it.
The crowd went wrong again.
“I… In the arena? And I'm going to fight someone!?”
I turned around, taking stock of where I was. I was, it seems, in the middle of the square, and various obstacles and I don't know what kind of things were around me. Something flew in the sky above the arena and disappeared.
"Where am I!?" Who are you!? I shouted.
But my voice was lost in the murmur of the crowd and no one heard it. He shook his head again, and the insides of his stomach seemed to have shrunk into one hard lump.
- You are in the arena. - said the stone, - We will probably have to fight against something and get our noses out.
- Fight? Against what? - I turned around again. There didn't seem to be any bad guys, monsters, lions or dragons nearby. There were no other creatures like crystal warriors like Jacob.
- I don't know against whom, but we will have to fight. Kutvela, isn't it your first time in the arena? - asked the stone and then laughed, - Ah, forgive me, of course the first one. In that sense, I ask, don't you know how the games are played in the Arenas?
I shook my head. I really had no idea what Akmuo was talking about, where I got to, or what was happening here. And I ran my free hand through my hair, trying to find and fix whatever place I was dead. The stone laughed again.
- Okay, okay. You seem less of a slob and more of a jerk.
- Hey! I'm not a fool! - I burst out, frowning, looking at the stone. And after a moment I became quieter and almost embarrassed, I added, - ...I just don't know what's going on here.
But just as anger was replaced by shame, it was immediately replaced by anger.
"I don't understand anything, under the thunder!"
- Let's create a more interesting playing field for her! - a rich voice was heard again. I have already begun to understand that this is some kind of reporter who is watching me and my actions.
Unexpectedly, the ground rumbled and rumbled again, the walls began to sink into the ground and crumble, elsewhere, columns, pillars and, like the ruins of some kind of temple, began to rise from the ground. In places even with roofs and sculptures inside.
"And this field is interesting," said the stone, "who will be your opponent?"
- Interesting?? What is THAT supposed to mean? I yelled back at the stone through all the noise.
Finally, everything quickly calmed down and became silent, only clouds of dust remained, which the wind began to slowly disperse. As if interested in the current situation, Akmuos spoke:
- It's interesting in that it has a lot of space... - and after pausing, he continued louder and as if majestically and epically, - ...For my incredible skills!
"..."
- Your who? - I rolled my eyes at him again. But I didn't wait for an answer anymore, because suddenly I noticed some kind of blue flat crystal flying around me and all the time I was waiting, and a person on it.
The crystal circled around me and the crowd roared. Round two - the crowd roared. He made a third turn and started to descend in a freer area a few tens of meters from me. The ruins of the temple remained behind me, and between us stood a dozen columns and various statues of animals and people.
A blond man jumped from the blue crystal, dressed only in short shorts, some kind of sleeveless shirt and with a... Big hammer, almost as tall as him. Or something like that - its shaft was thick and red and its head was metallic and flat on one side and curved and pointed on the other with what appeared to be a split down the middle. Of course, maybe I was wrong because there was a long distance between us.
“…What is that thing in his hands?”
The stone in my hand glowed a little purple and laughed:
- My God! He has a hammer! - he exclaimed, - Hammer! Look at him!
I marveled at the man who, stepping off the platform, slung his tool over his shoulder and headed toward me. Indeed, it was a strange weapon, if it was a weapon at all.
"Is that funny?" - I asked him, staring at the stone.
The stone stopped laughing.
"And you're a specimen without a sense of humor, aren't you?" - he flashed a little green sarcastically.
"I just…" I started, only to be interrupted again by a splash in front of me.
I jumped back in fright and looked ahead. The blond, having taken the hammer off his shoulder, apparently used it to knock down one of the stone pillars and now stood in front of me in a proud pose, again draping the hammer figuratively over his shoulder.