Sixth Legion Ferreta: Ch1

Cameron
Cameron was pacing himself, he walked across in front of the door which led to the colleseum. He had been here several times. Always because he got into trouble, most were unexplainable, but Cameron knew he did it. He was an honourable sort of guy, but he always let his temper get in the way instead of backing off. And now he was back. He was brushing through his coal black hair with his fingers. He usually wore his personlised armour, but he carried no weapons which everyone found perticulally odd.

Sitting next to were he was pacing was his friend, Oscar. Oscar was in the exact same position as Cameron, but Oscar was fueled by burning fury. Oscar was just plain clumsy. He wasn't exactually a big guy, in fact he was smaller than Cameron, and he was only 5'11''. Oscar had gleaming grey eyes, almost silver if they wern't slightly bluey-green. He alway went around with his sword Cedalion, which was named after the blacksmith of Vulcan who made it.

Oscar stared up to Cameron through his fiarly long slivery blonde hair. "Relax. They never last as long and there never that hard to defeat."

Cameron stopped in his tracks. "You always think this is easy. The previous alway have been, but we only get live out our lives again if we entertain. Thats how they have always done it."

"Well to be fair its always your fault we get in here" Oscar relied jokily.

"But your the one who jumps in after me".

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