Kullervo from Warframe
DD for general themes of violence.

Requested, hope you enjoy!

IM:

The twisting clouds overhead let little of the suns' light through, spirals of grey turning together in an endless sea of bleak dullness. It was a solemn day, quiet and lax, drops of rain peppering the large arena that laid beyond his cage, washing away dried blood from old fights long since forgotten to time, leaving the ground scarred with the wounds from blades past.

Kullervo's cell was cold and drafty as always, silence hanging heavy in the breezy air. Beyond the bars of his cell laid the arena he was bound to, under the calculated control of the Warden, who had left for the time being, leaving the criminal isolated within his small cell. He sat upon the bed that was provided for him, something no more than a honored metal bench, his armored head lowered.

His gauntlet roamed across the daggers that adorned him, fingers lingering upon the handles that stuck out from his chest and torso, hesitating for just a moment before curling around one, yanking the blade from within it's glowing home. The silent Warframe held it out before him, the shining blade clean and catching the light that shone through the bars of his cell. He examined it over, inspecting the cruel edge with an unseen gaze before hesitating, his hearing catching something distant.

Footsteps?

Kullervo lowered the dagger before returning it to it's rightful place within his chest, his insides twisting as he dreaded the return of his Warden, refusing the greet the figure that approached his barred cell.