Comme Sonya est arrivé Silas a pu jeter un oeil à son équipe complète. Sur son côté gauche, il avait Luke et Jowen, les garçons de Jaspers, Luke était dans son milieu de 20's portait une épée et un bouclier Kite et Jowen à peine 16 avec un arc et des flèches. Jasper avait assez bien équipé ses Garçons et il semblait que Luke avait vu un champ de bataille avant, probablement accompagner son père, Mais c'était facilement la première bataille de Jowen Silas pouvait voir qu'il avait peur presque tremblant mais enflammé avec un faux bravado, probablement en essayant de regarder dur devant les deux dames. Et ça a laissé son côté droit Odessa et Sonya. Tous deux semblaient bien entraînés, mais aucun d'eux n'avait marché sur un champ de bataille. Heureusement, il semblait que la présence de l'un a calmé l'autre de sorte que c'était un plus en faveur des filles. Ce n'était pas exactement l'équipe que voulait Silas, mais il avait travaillé avec moins, et pire, à son époque dans l'arène. Former ce groupe en véritables guerriers était une tâche faisable.
Une corne soufflait au loin, les Orques venaient. La masse d'entre eux était visible maintenant faisant leur chemin vers le groupe. C'est alors que Sonya a présenté son plan pour un piège. Silas y a réfléchi un moment. "C'est une très bonne idée, j'aime ça. Mais pour le moment, il y a beaucoup de variables. Nous avons beaucoup de nouvelles troupes et nous ne pouvons pas prédire qui fera ce qui bouge. Nous n'avons pas besoin que certains de nos hommes trouvent un vide pour charger et se faire prendre dans notre propre piège. Alors, ne bougez pas pour l'instant. Peut-être que vous pouvez couper les ennemis retraite avec ce tour après que nous engageons notre groupe vous donnera tout le temps que vous avez besoin de préparer." Silas offrait de savoir qu'un piège sur la retraite ennemie assurerait la victoire sur le terrain au moment où même une troupe d'orc se tournait pour courir. "Mais pour l'instant, forme Luke sur ma gauche, Jowen derrière ton frère, Odessa sur ma droite, Sonya derrière Odessa. Écoutez-moi et faites ce que je dis et je peux vous garantir que nous en sortirons vivants. » Silas a dit qu'il prenait sa position. Il tira ses lames jumelles puis les poignarda dans le sol à ses pieds pour un accès rapide, il retira son carquois prit une seule flèche puis passa le carquois à Jowen donnant au garçon des munitions supplémentaires. Enfin, il monta son propre arc et frappa une flèche attendant de tirer jusqu'à ce que l'ennemi soit à portée de main où il put choisir sa cible sans lober un coup de feu. "Jowen Ouvrez le feu quand vous vous sentez prêt" Silas a dit calmement à l'approche des bêtes. "Tout le monde se prépare." Il a ajouté que les orcs ont commencé à se distinguer dans la distance. Les orcs seraient bientôt sur eux la bataille était sur le point de commencer.
Name: Silas Rose
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:

Silas stands 5'9" tall with black hair, under the mask he hides his slave brand even after being freed
Bio: Born a slave in the city of Danenfoth Silas never was destined for an easy life. From the time he could barely walk he was forced into hard labor but is was his bad attitude and "That look" which lead Silas into a different form of Slavery. At the Age of six he was sold to "The Pit" an arena where slaves would fight for the amusement of the people. From the age of six he began his fight for survival. There was no formal training in the pit all you could do was take in anything and everything the older slaves were willing to pass down and from there build up your own fighting skill and power. All that was left was for you to survive.
Luckily the people of the empire aren't (entirely) Savages and Silas didn't have to step foot into the Arena until he was 16. And due to his strong will to live and the fact he had been in The Pit quite a bit longer than most of the slaves his age group he soon shot up the ranks to be one of the top spots in his generation. But that spot, although it did lead to some luxuries was more a curse than a blessing, as Silas' fame grew so did his adversaries. The young boy had more Challengers than he could count rarely getting more than a few days to rest before being thrown into the fray of battle again. This Cycle continued until Silas was 21 the day he won his freedom.
That day turned out to be one of the most challenging days of Silas' life. A special free for all brawl of a tournament all for a chance of freedom. Not only did Silas have to fight against his normal rivals, but all comers young and old from any division of The Pit. And after five grueling fights, one mock mission in which Silas and a team of his choosing fought to the death with live Orcs captured just for this event, and an unmissable final round, only one foe stood in his way .... A "Reaper" A masked Champion chosen to be a final test.
In all aspects Silas should have died in that final fight, but somehow he pulled through actually slicing the Reaper's mask in two before it could finish him off. With that move the Reaper saw the final thing it needed to see and instead of delivering the final blow helped Silas up freeing him from the pit. For the next Eight years Silas has worked as an Adventurer and Mercenary trying to make a name for himself. And now he has decided to make his own Mercenary Company in an attempt to take on bigger and better contacts and missions.
Fighting Style:
Survival - Silas' entire fighting style is designed to survive. Without any real or proper training his moves are almost feral and unpredictable, but yet sometimes flashy from his old need to please the crowd. Due to his time in the Pit Silas is proficient with most weapon types, but he prefers a sword to most other weapons.
Equipment:
-A Pair of One Twin Curved Sword
-An Orc Longsword
-An Oak Recurve Bow
-A Set of Throwing Knives x 10 total
-a Hunting Knife
-Modified suit of Empire scout Armor
-Quiver with arrows
-Survival Rations for a week
Skills/Abilities:
"Eye for Skill" - A talent almost required in the Arena, the ability to get a read of your oponent at a glance. this skill works on most humanoids. Silas uses things like body structure, body mass, they way someone walks/stands to determine someone's combat ability.
"That Look" - Silas' glare seems to pierce your soul making it very hard to lie to his face
Survivor - A Gladiator at heart Siegfried is a hard man to kill he comes with many scars and the lessons that come from it.
Storyteller - Although he seldom reveals his slave upbringing Siegfried is well known to tell the tales of the arena to boost the Moral of his comrades when needed.
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