Gladiator (Patreon)

“The hazing started after practice. Most would’ve tapped out by sundown. But not Rak. He knew a good gladiator took the hits no matter what. By night, he was limping, filthy, and barely standing. “That's all you got?” he slurred.

The others exchanged glances—equal parts impressed and mildly concerned. “He’s in,” one said. “And remind me never to challenge him to anything. Ever.”