I bet you guys are thinking that there's gonna be a love plot between Maximus and the new girl . . . . . . . . Well think again. I know how much I hate seeing that crap happen, why would I do it myself? Oh and I know there was a word spelled incorrectly. Damn auto spellchecker. For those of you who have it you know what I mean. Anyways here is more. Oh and one more thing. Somebody found Amocin's attitude a but annoying, ya well she's suppose to annoy you in the beginning, she soon gets a lesion in life. I'm finished with the story, its all a matter of spell check, grammer check, and fight scenes before I put it up

Fun And Game, Part 2

"At least these cells aren't dark and damp with rats." Amocin's friend told her after her bitching that she was stuck in a cell with 20 men. Even worse was The Spaniard wasn't there. She felt well safe around him after his promise but now that he wasn't there she felt venerable.

Amocin looked to the side where The Spaniard stood in a different cell talking to a boy dressed in regal cloths. "Well well well," she smirked, "The Spaniard is acting quite unlike himself. Talkative, and. . . . . He just smiled."

When they got all their weapons beneath the coliseum Amocin was quite touchy. The right sword, she searched for it. A sword of little weight and great strength but a small broad sword was all she could find. Again she was in the back row, but this time her sights were not set on the door. The Spaniard was in an odd mood. The look in his eyes was that of a man ready to kill something that caused him great pain. He looked like a born killed, bent on destruction. She took a few steps away from him. What ever were his troubles she did not wish to interfere.

They all walked up into the arena, and it was unlike anything they had ever seen. The shear size was astonishing. The millions of people watching and cheering, knowing death had been brought for them to watch. Amocin wasn't amused, she was frightened beyond belief. It was as if she knew she was going to die, or at least piss her pants like she saw one man do right before her first battle as a Gladiator. They all stood together and spoke in Union to the Emperor of Rome. "WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE SOLUTE YOU!" Then the guy with the red rag on his head spoke, telling the people about the Battle that was about to be recreated. Amocin smirked, trying to forget the upcoming bloodshed. She said to her friend, "Look, there's a rat on his head." Her friend laughed. Then the announcer announced. "This day we reach back to hallowed antiquity to bring you... THE FALL OF MIGHTY CARTHAGE! On the barren armies of the barbarian Hannibal! Ferocious mercenaries and warriors of all brute nations bent on merciless conquest! Your Emperor is pleased to give you... THE BARBARIAN HORDE!

The crowd screamed with excitement. And that's when The Spaniard finally took charge. "What ever comes out of those gates well have a better chance of survival if we stay together." He looked back at Amocin, "You stay behind me until I order otherwise." She nodded her head, shaking more and more every second.

"Spaniard, I….." She couldn't even talk.

"Just do as I say and you will live." He told her. Again she nodded her head.

The announcer went on, "But on that illustrious day the Gods sent against them Rome's greatest warriors...! The very life-image of nobility and glorious valor... who would on this day, and on these same arid Numidian deserts, decide THE FATE OF THE EMPIRE... Your Emperor is pleased to give you... THE LEGIONNAIRES OF SCIPIO AFRICANUS!! It was then that the doors opened and chariots came flooding out. Each one had an archer dressed in golden armor. They cycled the group a few times before shooting their arrows at them.

The Spaniard ordered, "Stand together." All except for a few did obey; most were killed right then and there. Inside a cycle of shields did Amocin feel half safe. Standing behind the warrior made her a quarter safe. Still she felt that 25% of 'I'm going to die.' She held up her shield to her chest and her sword out front and watched as orders were given and followed.

The chariots raced by trying to hit the shields out of place. Amocin had taken to the ground as to be safe. She heard the sound of a man yell in pain and felt The Spaniard leave her side. But she didn't move. Then the sound of a chariot break stride and the cycle of shields were broken.

The Spaniard took lead. Nobody seemed to question his tactics or commands. Sternly he ordered everybody to their posts and they took it. One by one the chariots went down. Everybody took part in killing the warriors in them. The Spaniard cutting a horse free then mounts the big white Beast. "Hey, what am I suppose to do?" Amocin asked as he rode off.

She just turned around and to her surprise there was an archer that hadn't been killed. She took Amocin's sword and rammed it into Amocin's side. The Spaniard ran by just to slice off the archer's head with his sword. "Put your back to the wall Girl!" He ordered. Amocin nodded and backed up into the wall. The cut wasn't even bleeding, that was a good sign.

The Spaniard rode up to a chariot and killed the driver. As the horses lost speed gladiators jumped into the chariot to slaughter the archer. One chariot left. The Spaniard is on his horse across from the final chariot.

Amocin looked around at the carnage around here. Dead bodies filled the arena. She knew that soon it would be her turn to be stared at as a corpse. The chariot is now running after the Spaniard who is leading them into a trap. His horse jumps over an already befallen chariot and soon the chariot behind it has to jump too. The horses make it over but the wheels don't. All the gladiators rush in for the kill and then it is over. The Spaniard on his horse with a spear in hand aimed at the Emperor. Then he throws it down and joins his men dismounting the horse. He stared over at Amocin who was still very much alive. "Are you injured?" She shakes her head but it is far worse then she realizes. It's bleeding now.

Soon they find themselves surrounded by knights. A general stands before them and orders, "Drop your

Amocin and the others dropped their weapons only when the Spaniard ordered with his hands to drop them. The Emperor came in and the crowd roared with cheers. Amocin wasn't the least bit concerned. She had touched something wet when she had put her hands to rest on her side. When she looked down her hands were covered in blood. Her blood. She dropped to the floor; nobody seemed to notice sense all the slaves bowed before the Emperor. She took deep heavy breaths. Words becoming drowned out. Sight being blurred. The last thing she heard before she went out was the Spaniard talking to the Emperor. "My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Felix Legions. Father to a murdered son, Husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next" Amocin blacked out right after that.

Later she woke up in her cell, Maximus sitting beside her. She jumped up and looked at her wounds, they had been tended to with great care. "Maximus is your name?" She asked.

Maximus nodded his head, "Yes."

"And the Emperor is the friend who betrayed you?" Again he nodded yes. She sighed shaking her head. "And I thought my life was rough. You have the Emperor himself wishing your demise."

Maximus' color friend entered the open cell. Maximus introduced them, "Amocin this is Juba. Juba this is Amocin." They nodded in reply. "Amocin I'm going to slay Commodus. If in any way I need your help you must promise that you will do what ever it is I ask of you."

Amocin nodded, "It shall be done. My life is worthless. I may die any day as a slave. Might as well die doing something worth meaning." She shook her head, "I didn't do too well back there, don't know what I can do. I passed out at the sight of my own blood."

Maximus and Juba laughed, "You'll get used to it."

Amocin rubbed the back of her head and sighed, "Not so sure about that one. I couldn't kill a man who was trying to kill me. I failed, I should be dead right now."

Maximus pointed to her wound, "Its not all that bad for a first battle. Others would be dead." Amocin agreed with a nod. Maximus stood and took his leave with his friend. He looked back and said, "Watch yourself next time. I can't be there to protect you all the time."