“Excuse me, kind sir,” Alex said to the man.

  “What slave?”

  “What year is it?”

  “Year 572! What do you mean slave?”

  “Year 572…” Alex muttered, “Holy doo doo, this is real!”

  “Yes this is real! Now prepare to die!”

  “AHH!”

  The man took a strike. It struck Alex’s chestplate leaving a dent on it. The impact pushed Alex backwards and winded him. The man violently slashed, aiming for the lower body.

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  It took a moment for Alex to realise that the sword had hit his metal leg.

  “What is this sorcery?”

  “Like that trick? Yo wanna see another?” Alex stepped on the man’s foot with his metal leg, forcing him to screech. The man jumped on one leg, the other one in hand. Alex began twerking manically.

  The crowd bayed for blood.

  Alex swung his metal leg around in a vicious roundhouse kick at the man’s head.

  The man went down cold.

  The crowd cheered! Alex put up his hands for a ‘Whoop whoop!’ Then he looked up and noticed a young man with purple clothes eating some grapes in a golden booth. The man stood up, and raised his hand, thumb extended horizontally.

  “Kill! Kill! Kill!” the crowd chanted.

  The man with the thumb dropped his thumb towards the ground.

  The crowd screamed with excitement.

  Alex was confused with the thumbs down. Why was this man giving him a dislike? With no hesitation, Alex gave the man a double thumbs up back with a big grin.

  The man scowled and stabbed his thumb even harder.

  Alex fanned his hand across his neck to say no and gave the man even a bigger thumbs up.

  The man looked shocked and gestured to his guards.

  The guards walked toward and surrounded Alex.

  “You need to come with us,” the guards said at the same time.