Anyone can train to be a gladiator... What marks you out is having the mindset of a champion.
- Manu Bennett

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Chapter I

Eliza walked up the stone steps, finding her seat in the awaiting arena as she watched the audience begin to cheer and clap as it was announced who would be present. "Old talent is to join us on these sands once more..." Lucretia observed. Eliza nodded, smiling forcefully at the older woman. "Gannicus is to spill blood of other gladiators upon these sizzling sands." Eliza commented as the large man walked into the arena, the crowd cheering.

He raised his arms and smiled at everyone, turning and quickly locking eyes with Eliza. His shameless smile grew wider as Eliza held his gaze, turning her head down to appear less-high in the world. Although many believed her above gladiators, slaves, etc. She did not. They are all people as well, gladiators are animals to some extent. But then again; We all have to survive somehow. "Gannicus!" The crowd cheered, Eliza laughed in amusement as she watched men be released into the arena with Gannicus. "They will be slaughtered." Lucretia observed as Gannicus turned to take stance.

Eliza nodded to what Lucretia had said, glancing to the woman. Illythia cut in, speaking gently. "Truly, but if that is their fate, then let it be." Lucretia smiled and nodded at the blond. The men began their fighting, Gannicus waiting for them as he then swiftly spun out of the way to avoid the blades they slashed at him. He had two down in less than a couple minutes, and was working on the third. The other men that were let into the arena to kill the other fighters were either busy doing just that, or getting killed themselves.

It was a game, a dangerous game, but nonetheless... A game.