Exercise and Demise
“Now do you want to win this or not?“
The men started ranting:
“It’s so cold!”
“...in the middle of the night...”
“..and the land is so dark”
“Those axes are so heavy-“
“...and the moon is the only light we see...”
Belsarus felt an angry chill crawling up his spine.
”Cut the whining this instant! How do you want to compete against the disciplined Romans, or the furious Gauls when you start whining about the ‘oh so bitter night’ ?
You will be defending the pride and reputation of our nation in the ‘Patavium Contest’ soon and it was you to apply for the job, wasn’t it?”
The group shut down and remained waiting on the border of the frozen lake.
Belsarus faced the few painted old men sitting on the ground with strange instruments to his right.
“Druids!”
A faint whimper was the answer: “ – yesss ? “
In all his might, Belsarus shouted:
“ MUSIC!”
The druids began to hum and drum, playing their various percussion sets. And the air was filled with a slow, moving music.
“I am waiting...”
The group of “berzerkers” were getting in position, shivering but daring.
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A first quartet began their gracious performance and soon the others followed.
Pirouettes, complexe figures and the most risky turnings in mid air were seen, as the whole bunch of wild men was ice-skating in a most nobel manner on the frozen lake.
Belsarus smiled: The training went well.
He had brought those axes as accelerating tools for the pirouettes and it was only good fortune that his crew was used to bloodsheds (being berzerkers...) so that the first ... accidents with the axes while colliding fullspeed against other team mates during the fastpaced scating performance did not cause too much trouble.
Belsarus was confident that his group would win this years "figure scating contest".
The quality of this performance was speaking volumes.
The quality of the ice was speaking muted creaks, with increasing volume.