I didn’t like it. I hated it, in fact. I was now not only serving the mistress of the house, now her husband wanted me to... fight for him? Why? Or I knew why, but it seemed ridiculous. You really had too much time on your hands if you arranged fights between slaves because you were bored, but I had to see this as an opportunity. I was being brought out of here and, more importantly, I might be given a weapon. I could already imagine the smile spreading on my lips, as I cut through all those disgusting dragons that owned “small” humans like me.
I had even been given what resembled armor, but it was mostly made out of thin leather instead of any sort of steel that could actually protect my vital organs. It had to mean we were fighting with something else but our hands.
“James?”
I turned
