Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is not mine, the owner is Hiro Mashima-san and the Co. I borrow some, claim some and it's all a hodgepodge at the end. Wow, this gets more annoying by the chapter. Ah, what can you do, it's the regulations. You are here for some action? Brace yourselves then. Historical references that I use in my story are borrowed and do not necessarily correspond with facts we know today.
Indomitable Heart
Chapter 5: The Primus
Streets of Conlinia were busy, thousand upon thousand of people were heading towards the Arena. After their long spend, hard-labouring days of their life, it came that time for enjoyment and relaxation. Which implies watching men (enslaved men) fight in excitative, blood-shedding contest for their pleasure. Not many cared what those men had to endure, or how the others like them that were forcefully stripped away of their freedom had to put up with their cruel lives.
Such was the way of Republic, soothing the masses by providing 'bread and games'. As long as it stays that way, the wealthy and the rest of the administration can sleep well at nights.
'The Games' as they were also called by many, were also a profitable business. For those more familiar with the craft of course. Lanistas, bookmakers, some merchants, even those of government had their fingers deep into this, what a common plebeian considers 'fun'. It all looks like a never-ending cycle of fraud, deception, backstabbing, forming a shady deals or alliances. But, far as ordinary people see it, this is just facilitating from tension.
One unordinary person knew better, for he was involved in most of the affair. It was his job, if only for a day.
''At long last.'' Clenching the little piece of parchment intended to him. ''Just before the dusk.'' Igneous opened his crimson eyes, all that waiting and all those years of patience have finally come. He was ready for this, yes he was. There was only a small matter of today's Primus. It needed to end in his favour, for he has given promises to his people.
''Save that look after we step on the sands.'' One of those people voiced. ''We don't want to tire before the shift.'' Said Ganicus as he came into view, adjusting his arm-protectors all the while.
Hearing the roars of the impatient crowd for the last fight of the day made him little jittery. ''Do excuse for my tension on this day Ganicus. It is not as the end would be like all previous ones.'' He turned a glare at his duel-partner.
Ganicus only raised arms in mock-surrender. ''Then do be considerate not to cut me down unwittingly, oh great Hellhound.'' He said and continued with substantial drama. ''I had in mind of surviving long enough to see my unborn, future offsprings.''
Igneous could only look at him for a long time. Ganicus didn't mind any as he still tampered with his equipment. The prolonged silence lasted until murmillo let out a few disbelieving chuckles. ''You are not normal. All the things that I heard from you. Anyone else would proclaim the state of lunacy.'' Was his observation.
The dimachaerus knew that words had no ill offense behind them. After all, what is a definition of normal today? They both have come a long way. ''And what do we know of being normal? This life brings the best and worst out of all.'' A constant struggle to stay alive. Any lesser man would have died. ''And slight matter of finding you a...''
''Ganicus, you are like brother I never had.'' And then commented seriously. ''But finish that and you won't be awake to see tomorrow.'' Igneous brought out the threat while gazing ominously at his jesting comrade.
And then Ganicus started laughing, which in turn brought a smirk and some restrained laughs from the rusty-haired gladiator. ''And now you can fight with clear head.'' Sad the dirty-blond.
And indeed, Igneous felt relieved from tenseness. For the most part that is. ''Gratitude brother.'' They made a handshake of the Brotherhood, the action being instilled in their heads it felt natural.
''The time has come.'' Doctore stepped to in the gladiator's compartment of the Arena. ''You are both prepared.'' He stated and turned with the competitors trailing after him. The were passing the large corridor that led to the still closed gate of the sands. The cheers of the audience louder than ever.
Doctore faced them again, and the other young assistants brought the swords for Ganicus. Igneous received the murmillo's shield and sword. Ganicus wore his arm-guards on both arms, an armored loincloth, grieves and paddings protecting his knees and shins, completed with battle sandals. Igneous wore a single manica on his right arm shin guards on both legs, sandals, protective loincloth, and a helmet with a sharp crest spreading from forehead to the nape. He also accepted his gladius and a big, metal, oblong rectangular shield. Preparations complete.
''I cannot say which I have not. Do not waver or lose ground. Show them the strength of our Ludus and bring honour to it.'' Doctore gave a parting words and the gates were opened for entrance. The announcement was also heard from the private lodge, reserved for the organizers and the owners of gladiators. There was also a dignified guest there. A foreigner.
XxX
Some minutes before the beginning of the Primus, the occupants of the private lodge were having an interesting discussion among themselves. The lodgers currently present included Lanistas Marcinius and Antius, the Magistratus Pontius, city prefect Sepius and a foreign ambassador from Alvarez Empire. Some would wonder why was he here in the Conlinia not the capital Tibrus and decided to voice thoughts.
''If may ask, what brought you to our great city honored ambassador?'' Pontius tried making small talk while the pause was still up.
The ambassador was a slightly tanned, brown-eyed and haired man of average height. He wears a dark-colored shirt, an intricately decorated scarf, pinstriped pants and a cloth belt, showing that he was not indigenous here. ''Andres, please. I wished to spend my time seeing more of what your country offers. Tibrus offers pleasant sights, but very much crowded and I do not like to sit idle in one place.'' He supplied. ''I received recommendation from one of the Senate. Septimus Antius was his name I believe.'' The Alvarez ambassador tried remembering.
Which sparked an immediate recognition from the Magistratus and gained attention from the others in the box. ''Ahh, good Antius! Yes, he was among the cities best Lanista before turning to politics. Young Justus here is his son, and the current Lanista of their Ludus.'' They now turned to the man sitting on the left side of the box, enjoying his peach slice. ''Do you hear young Antius? Your father once again does our city favor.'' Praised Pontius, unaware that he was touching a rather sensitive subject.
''Yes, it would appear so. My father can be quite the miracle worker.'' Justus spoke with a fake smile, hiding his ire. ''But, I cannot take all the credit. Without good Marcinius our honored guest would not lay eyes upon a great spectacle.'' He finished and directed attention to the other Lanista.
''Displeasure seemingly obvious, and he goes for distraction.'' Thought Marcinius peevishly. ''Certainly. But, a shame that he is not present today among us. Surely he would delight in the match of what latest generation produced.'' The older Lanista said and asked his wife to pass him the wine cup.
A twitch on Justus' face, and he took an enormous effort to calm it down. ''Sly coot, just you wait.'' Young Antius put another smile. ''He is a rather busy man. Such is life of elected officials I suppose. Constant work preventing leisure.'' The rest could only nod well-knowingly.
''I am rather anxious for these games. We have no such thing in our Empire.'' Andres detected some stress among the occupants and decided to move to some other theme. ''Is it true that there are deaths? Do participants take part voluntarily?''
Pontius looked rather nervous while giving the answer. ''N-Not necessarily. These men come from various backgrounds. But they are highly trained in combat by virtue of our Lanistas.'' He tried to be as diplomatic as possible, internally wishing that man does not ask further. He is from different culture than Bellatoria.
''I see, hmm.'' Andres seemed to go into a pondering at the end. His face neutral, no one could assume what he was thinking.
The prefect Sepius, quiet for the time decided to speak. ''I think we held the audience long enough good Pontius. We should continue, no?'' He was a bit impatient and wanted to see the main event. Like most of the gathered on the stands.
''Agreed, we kept them in suspension long enough.'' Pontius looked at the gathered and received no objection so he continued. ''Citizens! You have waited patiently! I, your Magistratus Pontius Aecious present you with the final fight of the day!'' He voiced loudly and got cheers of approval in return.
''We have a very special event for this Primus! A contest between two worlds shall I say!'' This brought a raised brow in his direction from Marcinius, but the man did not want to interrupt. ''From Bellatoria, provided by the House of Marcinius' Ludus! Hellhound Igneous, murmillo! And Ganicus, dimachaerus!''
Their designated gate opened and the two stepped upon the sand, sending looks at the audience. Ganicus even raised his swords asking for more cheer. Which he got.
''And with the magnanimity of our good Justus Antius who made this all possible, we have a unique chance to witness of such opportunity! Brought directly from the continent of Ishgar, I present to you the King of Monsters, Behemoth!'' And unlike the last time the voices of the crowd slowly died down. No one knew what to expect from that. What is King of Monsters? Even Ganicus and Igneous were confused.
The gate on the opposite side slowly opened, and nothing human came out. It came out slowly, being chained to its arms and legs by a massive boulders with additional shackle acting like a collar, but it was no small feat that it could still move. It was almost nine feet tall, most likely, covered in maroon fur, with its torso, neck and face in olive colour. It had a graying mane on it's head, two horns, and two more horn like protrusions on it's shoulders, but it seemed that those were made dull on purpose. Unlike the rest of the mammal-like body, it's legs reminded of reptile or a bird. The creature was looking around and then spotted the two persons standing across. It let out a roar, trying to run for them, but a sounds of whips stopped further attempts. It came from the animal supervisors with the help venatores hired by Antius' Ludus. They were keeping it at bay for now.
''YOU PETULANT CHILD! HAVE YOU LOST FUCKING MIND!'' Came more than furious shout from Quintus Marcinius who was now standing and leaning towards Justus Antius who did not looked disturbed at all. ''What is the meaning of this!?'' He now turned gaze towards Pontius.
The magistratus only held his arms placatingly. ''It is all per the agreements good Marcinius. As a major contributing party, young Justus has every right of choice on the matter. As well as yourself.''
''That is not the problem here! You realize, unlike our m...'' But he was cut off from further screaming by Justus.
''Please, do you think me that foolish? All precautions have been taken care of. The match will be fair for both sides.'' Justus elaborated like it was a talk abort the weather. ''And do be mindful not to make a scene in this lodge. It's embarrassing.'' The young man gave a rebuke, further angering Marcinius. He was utterly satisfied with himself right now.
Marcinius looked like he was going to strangle his rival to death. Only the brat had a point, he was making a fool out of himself with such act. So after taking a few breaths he sat down next to his concerned wife. He was scowling all the while, and kept glancing at Antius.
As for Antius, he had a pleased look on his face, savoring the reaction that Marcinius just showed. ''Of course, everything is legal here. Just as we have agreed beforehand.'' The son of Senator Antius added more salt to the wound. And it felt so good saying those words. He wondered what his father would have said if he were here now. Well, it didn't matter. What mattered is that he will finally put this man in his rightful place, and that is beneath him. Losing his pride and joy of the Ludus is sure to make a crippling blow to Marcinius' own pride and his fighting school.
''Fascinating, it is no small feat in preparing for such an event. You truly love your citizens and wish the best for them.'' Andres suddenly said, sounding pleased with both, and taking neither side in the little dispute that just happened. As expected from a diplomat.
''Indeed, good Andres, this shall forever be recorded in the history of the Arena.'' Justus felt a need to boast himself a little. ''And Conlinia's as well, if I may point so.'' The smirk on his face was directed to one person, but that person was now keeping eyes on his gladiators. ''Magistratus, by your will.'' He added, prompting Pontius to continue.
''Yes, of course.'' The Magistratus answered with a happy tone, and turned to the public once again. ''Begin!'' He gave the sign with his arms.
''Finally.'' Thought Justus Antius in glee. His counterpart was of a different mind.
''Gods help us.'' Was Marcinius' inner prayer. His wife of similar mind as well.
''Very, very interesting.'' An unknown thoughts of another man.
XxX
As the gates opened Igneous stepped forward to the sands, Ganicus right next to him. The crowd was certainly lively. ''At last.'' He breathed out knowing that only Ganicus can hear him, if only a bit from the mass of sixty thousand other voices.
''All that waiting does not help at all, right brother?'' Ganicus raised voice in order for Igneous to hear him. The murmillo did, and gave him a nod of the head. ''Tch, wish I had sobriquet. Now I feel a lesser man.'' He quipped after hearing their names being called. He was somewhat ill-humored because of that. After this he was sure they would end in the annals one way or another. What would be a good nickname for him? ''Ganicus the Conqueror? No. Ganicus the Indomitable? Ugh.'' It was no easy task, so he moved those thoughts aside for now.
Rolling eyes slightly Igneous responded. ''You are a lesser man. We can give you one after we finish.'' He finished nonchalantly. ''Now focus.'' The shield bearing gladiator added with some reprimand.
''Gratitude. I will remember your word.'' The swordsman said ignoring the first part.
They stopped on their designated place on the sands. They have done this before and knew how to proceed. What came next was not part of any previous proceedings. As the announcement was finished, both gladiators and comrades laid eyes to a something that can be, laconically described, as a bad omen. And this is the backfire of Dominus' plotting. It was big, had horns, a loud roar and looked like it ate human intestines for a supper. The gladiators, after getting figurative, did not want to receive a literal bite in the ass after all of this.
''Huh, now that, you don't see in these lands.'' Igneous said first. Doubtlessly, it was the second biggest and dangerous creature he saw in his life. Not to compare with the first, but still dangerously looking. There is no room for cowering now, they both know it.
''It looks as if being belched by the cunt of the Underworld.'' And by all definitions Ganicus was aware of, it may as well be. ''Brother, when we finish this, I promise to bring down with drinking in the future.'' An honest one this time.
The man next to him did not believe in the slightest. ''In the future he says. Not any near future that is certain.'' He glanced at Ganicus' hand and noticed it was shaking slightly, but the dimachaerus had a smirk on his face all the while. ''Do not let the quavery affect your sword's swings.''
''Not the problem.'' Ganicus responded. ''It's not fright, but eagerness that is causing it.'' His smirk turned battle-thirsty. Oh yes, there will be plenty of battle.
Not wanting to fall behind, Igneous allowed his own grin behind the helmet. He was also feeling the hunger. ''Let us see how we compare to Ishgar.''
Magistratus gave the start and the tamers removed the chains from the beast, only the metal collar remaining. They also gave the beast more lashes with the intention for of bringing out additional raging stimulus. Not that it was needed, the thing looked mad as it is. Finally free the beast charged at the two men on the other side of the arena. It was big, but the size was enabling it to make bigger steps to cover the distance required.
Igneous and Ganicus, when the creature was half-way, made a stride in opposite directions so one could distract the animal and other can attack the unprotected behind. It was fairly good strategy when fighting opponents with no tactical awareness. However, it was also a gambit, for Igneous hoped that it would chase after him since he had more defensive options than Ganicus. ''Come now, you diversely blended bastard. Follow the hound.'' And truth to that, the creature diverted in its tracks and made a run to Igneous.
Igneous stopped and quickly shifted weight for the beast. He made a dash at it, and in the timely moment he slided under it's intended slash while delivering his own to the animal's leg. The gash he made was bleeding, but not enough to secure any advantage for now. The beast was even more furious. It turned and went after now half-kneeling murmillo. Igneous only had time to put his shield before a strong force pushed him a good couple of yards. If he didn't have shielding, he would have probably gone unconscious from that hit.
The Behemoth started advancing for the lying fighter, but the other player made itself known. Ganicus, coming from behind stabbed his left gladius in the same leg that was bleeding. Not to underestimate the animal, he backed away immediately to avoid somewhat sloppy swing. ''Too fucking close.'' Nevertheless, he did not want to meet those claws, no way. Dimachaerus was now left with a single sword, so Igneous better hurry up and step in again. Least he had the horned bastards attention now. It started swinging the claws at Ganicus, but the gladiator found it easier to move, most likely his sword did enough to hamper their adversary.
''Hey Minotaur's pretender!'' The exclamation was followed by a shriek of pain from the bleeding animal as Igneous pushed and pulled his gladius where he presumed the kidney area was. Not giving any pause he went beneath the beast's legs and made a jab to the groin. As he tried to straighten himself and back away he was met with another strong claw wag. This time, unfortunately, he only partially raised his shield. Never before has he suffered such a blow, there was blood, and Igneous felt as he has being touched by death. This is what they call when 'whole life passes before one's eyes'. So why didn't he saw anything? There was nothing, maybe it was all a myth, or it could be the cacophony of noises he heard from the surrounding, mostly the audience who was seemingly feeling extremely jubilant.
Ganicus on the other hand, wanted the creatures head on the platter. Already reaching, he pulled out his sword from the beast's right leg, thus allowing more blood to come out. He quickly spun an rammed both blades into it's lower back which had the creature fall to its knees using it's arms to prevent complete fall. What Ganicus did not expect is the Behemoth's left, still partly uninjured leg to lash back and cut his left thigh. ''Agh, fuck!'' The man stumbled back letting go of his swords. How much more strength does this thing has?
It stood up, albeit slowly, showing that the blows that gladiators imparted were very serious. It wheeled on Ganicus for now, it's roar between painful and angry. Behemoth raised right arm and brought it downwards to smash Ganicus. It failed, as Ganicus managed to somehow crawl-jump away. The impact raised quite the bit of sand and dust. But that was not the end, as it continued toward the half-prone gladiator slowly. Because of the damage, it had to pull the left leg along and use it's hands to help in moving.
Ganicus was no better, since the beast was close he could not make an effort to stand or he will meet his death, and he had that important thing to take care of, which remained unsolved. He also needs Igneous for that, but as it seemed... ''This is how it ends, huh?'' Were his, presumed last thoughts. ''Unbelievable, and we came all this way, after all fightings in the past years, surviving through them. To end up like the food for something we have never seen.'' His back were slowly approaching the wall of the arena. There was no other way to go. ''Dammit, to think I will never find him.'' He felt that thing will be easier if he closed eyes and let it happen. If only he was paying attention.
XxX
The fight from the sight of the higher class was carefully observed. ''It would seem that we are coming to conclusion.'' Came the comment of Justus Antius. He was relieved, yes the beast cost him much, but at the end of the day victory will be his. He will profit and get to rub it at Marcinius' face for the rest of his life. If only he could reap more from this, like his rivals better half. Oh, how he would enjoy that, she was still in her prime and to do it while Marcinius was bound and watching. Ah well, wishful thinking. He can always get himself three different ones after organizing the celebration for tonight. Very pleasurable.
''So it would seem. Your men did exceptionally well, good Marcinius. But, this was just too much for them.'' Said Pontius, looking at the still scowling owner of two gladiators on the sands.
''It is not over as long as they still draw breath.'' Marcinius retorted to Pontius fiercely, and the turned his gaze to Justus. ''Your pet also look as if facing death. How much longer will it last?''
Justus merely shrugged, not caring at all. ''It matters not. I bought the beast and it served it's purpose. Animals can be easily replaced. Finding good gladiators on the other hand...'' He let it hang just to show Marcinius how much was he losing in this fight.
Scoffing, the older man said. ''I have no need for good gladiators for I have them here. It is not over.'' He refused to admit it yet, call him stubborn, but he will not yield here.
''I would agree with Marcinius. How did the elders use to say? Yes, 'do not count all geese before they hatch'.'' Sepius added, drawing some small titters from Andres.
Younger Antius only rolled eyes at the proclamation of his rival and the Prefects lightsome humor. ''Hope dies last, then. At least he remains tenacious if nothing else.'' It was not a praise, simply an observation. ''And geese of all things... Rubbish.'' He firmly believed in his triumph.
The most quiet one of the gathered men was not taking his eyes of the fallen Igneous. He hoped to see more of the one who had epithet 'Hellhound'. It appears that rumors did not do him any good. He was all talk and no bite, like this whole country. ''Such a shame. You do not even deserve any of this.'' Yes, these lands are in dire need for a change. Andres only wanted to finish his visit before more powerful figures than him take actions in to their own hands. If nothing, he got to see some interesting landmarks.
XxX
Still darkness. Was he dead, or was he dreaming? How long has it passed? 'What is this?' Igneous wondered. He felt like he was standing. But wasn't he on the ground lying? And where is ground, he couldn't even see anything nor could he see himself. He tried touching himself on the face, but no sensation od skin greeted him. How was he even here if he could not feel?
''Stand up.'' Came a booming command. Igneous turned around, or at least he felt that he turned around. There was nothing, no light or source of the noise. It was like it came from everywhere around.
''Who goes there?!'' Igneous loudly posed question. No answer came so he tried again. ''Show yourself!'' This time it echoed around a few times before silence came again. ''I have no time for games! I have to wake and help Ganicus.'' But how was he to wake? He turned around frantically and started running in no particular direction. Was he even running or walking, he couldn't even tell.
Getting fed up with everything he stopped and yelled. ''Enough of this! Let me out!'' No success yet. He fell to his knees and started hitting the 'ground', or so he thought. ''Why?! Dammit why?! I am not losing here! I can't and won't lose here!'' The Hellhound bellowed in fury.
''Fight and fight. The whole life is one big fight. Are you even ready?'' Finally came a response. Igneous blinked confusedly. What the Hell?
''Any other time, I would gladly discuss philosophy and life. I am needed elsewhere now!'' He was getting pretty irritated now.
A small pause. ''What a pathetic sight you make. You were trained to slay monsters far beyond that sad excuse. And look at you now, wailing like a child, lying on the ground after only one hit. Pathetic.'' The voice put in a very long chastising sentence.
''I am human, what do you expect of me?!'' Igneous huffed. But then he realized what he just said and what he just heard the voice say.
A laughter came after. ''Oh, how the chains of your oppressors diluted your mind. Or is it because of the mission they gave you? You always strived for improvement, to be stronger. And you have reached that peak of human potential. Now, you must show the world the might of Igneous!'' It encouraged the rusty-haired gladiator.
''I cannot reveal it yet. The mission is clear.'' Igneous opposed.
''Whoever said that you must reveal all of it. Even a tiny aspect of your potential, not noticeable by their eyes, can bring you victory.'' It boomed all-knowingly, like it knew him all his life or even better than himself.
The space around was becoming white, no sky blue. He could see the sky. He could hear again, breath the dry air. ''Who are you?'' He had to know.
He only heard this. ''Such a foolish question. Gaze upon yourself and you will learn.'' Were the last words before he realized that he was standing now and that Ganicus will meet his end if he just kept standing. He took action with haste.
As for Ganicus, he decided to open eyes and see why was he still hearing noise and feeling the stone behind him. The answer came in a sight of the beast that had a gladius sticking out of it's mouth. What the? Shifting his sight a little he noticed Igneous behind the thing, gripping the metal collar with one hand and a holding the blade with his right. ''Move away!'' He ordered Ganicus, and the man was quick to obey as he rolled out of the way some good four yards.
Sadly, Igneous was not able to pierce the brain, and piercing the throat did not kill the fucker. It was still breathing, although gurgling sounds were heard as blood came out from the mouth now. Behemoth, still kneeling, tried to grab Igneous with one hand but the gladiator let go and came to a ground. The murmillo grabbed Ganicus' still embedded blades and pulled out, spraying himself with blood in the process.
''Ganicus! Shield throw!'' He barked to his comrade, who wasted no time in trying to get the said item, albeit it was slow because of the wound he suffered. Not pausing in the slightest, he moved to the monsters bended form and used the gladius to scale up it's back, stabbing several times. The monster swiveled turning to the sides sharply in hopes of shaking Igneous, but the man had his left sword in it's left shoulder and used it to prevent falling. He finally pushed the limits of human and swung his body upwards, while still holding with left hand, and stabbed his right sword through the supposed Adam's apple of the monster. The neck was very beefy.
Yet still functioning somehow, the monster now tried to snatch him with the left hand, but it was stopped when Igneous' shield came flying and hitting it in the face. The shield edge, now having a jagged part made by the claws, hit it in the eye causing the animal to stop with the attempt and now held it's injured side of the face. That was all Igneous needed. Using the right shoulder-horn as a support he swiftly brought himself face-to-face for a brief three seconds that gave him just enough time to jam the blade in it's right eye almost all the way to the hilt. ''Survive this!'' The murmillo thought with satisfaction. He came to a sand again and, like Ganicus before rolled out of the way watching as the animal finally fell to the ground. Well to be precise part of the body remained supported by the wall.
Igneous stood up, breathing slightly faster from all that effort, sweating as well. ''And history is written!'' He turned his head and saw Ganicus coming to him, with some minor limp. Igneous being a good friend came and offered his shoulder as support. Ganicus accepted, but not fully leaning on him.
''I wager this will reach even the backwater places!'' Ganicus jovially shouted, for the audience was not allowing the normal talk, considering how loud they were screaming in cheer. Ganicus swore he saw some women showing them bare breasts. He had a biggest grin ever.
Igneous only laughed at his friend's joy. Let them enjoy for now. It was a good battle. He raised his left fist and Ganicus raised his as well to show approval to the crowd and they returned in kind with 'Igneous' and 'Ganicus' echoing throughout the Arena and certainly the vicinity of the stadium.
XxX
In the private lodge, the emotions varied between the occupants.
''YES! YES! JUPITER'S COCK AND BALLS, YES! HA-HA!'' Were the sounds of the victor. Marcinius cared not if he looked undignified. He was celebrating, and he fucking deserved to express his merriment. His wife as well, only excluding the exclamations.
''But... but why...WHY ME! HOW?!'' And those were only thoughts that the younger Lanista could come up with. Shocked over the whole development. It was going so well, and then the accursed Hellhound got up and sprayed piss upon his planning. Shock and desperation, turned to rage and envy. Why didn't he have such fighters? Why Marcinius of all people? He glared silently at the man, as grapes became pulp in his clenched hand, ruining his expensive white toga with gold and emerald linings.
Andres had a small smile while never taking eyes of Igneous. ''What an interesting man. I wonder now...'' His way of executing the whole situation was almost flawless. Done with confidence and with trust in his partner in battle. But doing so after suffering such damage, he was no simple gladiator. ''I may need to investigate into this. But how?'' He contemplated in secret.
''Good people! I invite you all for the feast at my Villa! Come at dusk!'' Marcinius extended invitations. ''There we can talk with food and wine. And have a good time!''
Andres agreed instantly, as well as Pontius and Sepius. ''You can come as well young Antius, my invitation stands as I said. Now if you will excuse me, I need to see my champions.'' With that, the Dominus and Domina of the House Marcinius left.
Justus only watched them leaving with contempt on his face. He lost, and now opposing side was gloating and throwing invitations around. But to be honest, he would have done the same to Marcinius if he won. Such are the ways in the higher circles of Bellatoria. There will be repercussions if he doesn't play smart in the next hours.
''It would be a great insult not to accept.'' Pontius pointed out and flinched when Justus turned his hateful face to him. ''I-I mean, without any good reason. And there is nothing to do for the remainder of the day.'' Likely, beside free food and drink, that Pontius wanted to play sycophant at the feast to gain at least something now that he lost his owns share of coin.
''We all need to prepare for the gala then. I shall see you all at dusk.'' Sepius departed after giving the temporal farewells.
''True indeed. Magistratus, I could use your guiding here, whereas unlike me you are familiar with the location of the Villa.'' Andres rationalized, and Pontius found a good excuse to leave a sulking Lanista for now.
''Certainly good Andres. Let us go now and prepare for the evening.'' He stood and left Justus alone in the lodge, Andres trailing after him.
For three minutes and the Arena was almost empty, the audience nearly all departed to their homes. Justus Antius threw the fruit plate at the floor, and decided to go with the fat Magistratus' proposal. He noticed the grape stains on his robes as he stood from the seat. He groaned in discontent. Now he had to find a fresh one to wear for the feast, so with heavy steps he made way out and to his Villa to change.
XxX
In the underground of the Arena, the Medicus did a quick sewing of Ganicus wound, put a disinfection lotion and wrapped bandage around it. It took longer for Igneous, he had greater wounds.
The Medicus was a little surprised that his wounds closed beforehand. It seemed more gruesome when he received them at the sands. They appeared to have been sealed by heat, a manner of cauterization, but that was impossible. Still both medicine man's decided to keep mouth shut and simply wrap a cloth at the wounds and did a sew at the claw mark he now had on his cheek. Despite him wearing helmet at the time he still sustained a harm that will leave a permanent trail. Doctore was watching at the entrance.
Igneous didn't care much about looks. He was growing a bit impatient with having to sit still. It is not easy as it seems. ''Enough, enough. The rest can be done by our Medicus.'' The slayer of the beast sent them off and they left. He rose up and did slight stretches, satisfied that he was still in good shape. The wounds will hardly hinder his further actions. He heard more steps approaching.
''My champions! My titans!'' When was the last time Marcinius rejoiced like this? ''By your victory you accomplished many things on this day.'' Dominus began listing while praising them. ''You slayed an unimaginable, nightmarish creature. Exalted our Ludus and by proxy the House of Marcinius. Yours names shall forever be engraved for certain. And the sweetest of all, you made that pissant Antius shit his undergarment from envy. HA!'' All that by one match and the sun was still high.
''Gratitude for kind words Dominus. We were using the best of what we have being taught.'' Igneous retorted, inclining his head at Doctore who stood aside with Domina. That was a lofty list that theirs actions caused, and there is still more to come. ''Are we to depart for the Villa now?'' He asked. After today he might never see Arena again, which was completely fine. ''And no one else should ever see it again.'' He hoped.
Marcinius nodded. ''That we are.'' Then looked at their wounds with a critical eye. ''Do both of you feel well? You Igneous, after that hit and you still stand?''
''What a display of a bleeding heart.'' Ganicus thought sarcastically. ''His main concern is whether we can fight in the future without being hampered by these injuries. And by thus bringing him fame.'' If not for their presence he would have said it out loud or made some indecent gesture. But dimachaerus wisely kept shut. Not that it would matter soon.
Igneous was probably thinking among the lines, but calmly replied instead. ''No reason to fret Dominus. Even now I can fight to my fullest of capabilities.'' He rolled his left shoulder and cracked his knuckles some to demonstrate confidence. ''A minor visit to the Medicus after we arrive at the Villa, but overall nothing is amiss.''
''Excellent. Good to hear.'' Igneous was truly something else. ''And that is most likely the reason...'' Marcinius shook those thoughts aside. That was the past, and he shouldn't give it much thought now. Now he had a celebration to prepare after returning home. ''Let us head to Ludus then, we have a long night.'' He turned and walked away with Doctore, his wife and two gladiators in tow.
The whole time they did not notice Igneous and Ganicus giving each other knowing looks and gestures, their own code in a way. They didn't but someone else did. And they smiled in satisfaction.
XxX
Everyone went to their task after returning to the Villa. Marcinius and his wife went to arrange and finish preparations for the feast. Doctore escorted the victors of today to their quarters. Ganicus went to get meal and have a talk with Kastos about their arrangements. Igneous was at the Medicus' part in the barracks with Massinius overlooking the work of an elder, thin man as he inspected the gladiator's wounds. Or rather what's left of them.
''Either Gods favour you or those aspiring Medicus are that good.'' The man grumbled, he was usually like this. ''The scars are to remain, nothing that can be helped.''
Igneous cared little for it. He survived and he does not plan that anything like this happens again. Why so? Because he knew his strength. Scarred by some beast from another continent. ''Embarrassing and infuriating.'' Never again by another animal.
Not aware of Igneous' developing dislike for wild beasts, the Medicus shooed him. ''Alright, I have done my part. Off with you.'' The lanky, balding man commanded and went to pack his tools.
Igneous wasted no time in leaving, but Doctore followed after him. Wanting to know the reason. ''Is there anything else Doctore?'' He turned to the dark man in question.
Massinius spoke. ''I only wanted to congratulate personally.'' He said bluntly and looked the man in the eyes. ''Some were in doubt about your prowess in the past and even now.'' And then, unexpectedly, he made a bow at Igneous. ''For that, you have my apologies.''
Igneous was honestly surprised, but didn't show it much, beside the parting of his mouth. ''Apologie unnecessary Doctore. It is your hand in training that made us claim victory on this day. If anything, I should apologies for being handful at the times.'' He spoke with a small smile and also made a short bow to the trainer.
''You are humble. And you came a long way from then. I can say that I am proud at you and Ganicus.'' He gave him a pat at the shoulder as he passed by. ''It shows that I accomplished my work. Gratitude.'' And he left.
Igneous clenched his fist tightly. ''If only we could have you on our side Massinius. A good and loyal person that Marcinius coerced into obedience.'' He heard about that promise that Quintus made Massinius give. Even if Massinius did not have a good opinion of Igneous back then, he was still an honourable man that cared. And Igneous would hate to cause a demise to such man. He had to think of something while there is still time. The crimson eyed murmillo then went to join others.
However, on his way, Massinius was stopped by an unexpecting face. ''What is it you want, Dolusius?'' He asked him with hidden contempt. Massinius never liked this one. He spoke sweet lies and whispered deciet. How did he manage to become Dominus' right hand is beyond him.
''Can't I exchange pleasantries with associates.'' Dolusius asked with a coy friendly face. He stepped back after seeing Massinius narrow eyes in distrust. ''Have you ever wondered, Doctore, how is it that this Ludus suddenly obtained the rights to the primus overnight?'' Former gladiator asked of another former gladiator.
Face relaxing slightly, the dark skinned man gave a brief thought before answering. ''Dominus is an experienced Lanista. He secured it with his skill in negotiating.'' But after saying that, Massinius looked at the side, suddenly doubting the answer.
As expected from someone like Doctore, yet even Massinius knew that Quintus is prone to heavy risks sometimes. Unlike his father was. ''Yes, but one could not help but wonder that a miraculous death of Petronius came at the very convenient moment.''
Turning head to look at Dolusius sharply. ''What do you know of such things?'' Something was happening here. Even if he didn't trust Dolusius much, he dared to admit that the man's mindset matched Marcinius' more than his own.
''Let us say that it takes more than one architect for such a design. Brains, brawns all included.'' Was the cryptic response from the green eyed man. ''I wonder how would it reflect upon our poor Dominus if such confidential matter came to light?'' He then turned to leave, not before Doctore posed one more question.
''Why tell me this?'' Truly, what is this man's agenda. And what did he intent to gain from it?
''You are honourable man under dishonourable master, Massinius. This could severely harm the House of Marcinius, but whose fault would that be?'' And with that, Dolusius walked away as if having a casual and pleasant conversation.
Massinius stood for a long minute. He had many questions now. There was some truth in what Dolusius said. But surely Dominus wouldn't sink so low. ''I need answers.'' And there was only one person he wished to hear it from.
XxX
In the room where most of the gladiators were seated ruled a silent atmosphere. Everyone was quietly eating and drinking. Many turned heads towards now entering Igneous who moved to the table occupied by three other. ''I trust that everything went without hassle?'' He asked of the three man he now shared table with.
Ganicus was first to supply. ''You put so little reliance in my diplomacy?'' He started lightly. ''Of course it went without hassle.'' He gave a straight one after Igneous directed a minor glare his way.
''All the men shall follow. There is no doubt left.'' Came Kastos' deep voice. After hearing how the Primus went, he can finally say that he was fine with fighting for Igneous' cause.
The fourth man at the table, the hoplomachus Argos, concurred with Kastos. ''We are ready and at your disposal. When is the time?'' That was mostly all that they needed to know. When do they strike.
''We strike at first blood shedded. You will all know, trust me.'' Igneous now shared more details. ''Equip yourself with the blades of the dead guards.'' He spoke with determination. ''Remember, most of the guards is to be centered around the main rooms of the Villa. Dominus has undoubtedly called for celebration and invited guests from higher standings. Those, the non-combatants and house-slaves are not to be killed. There is no room for mistake. Understood?'' He gave them a hard glare meaning he wanted his orders carried out without fault. Particularly about those invited.
All around him gave nods, a serious look on their face. Kastos and Argos will be sure to relay everything to the letter. At the table were basically the best and strongest of the Ludus. In Ganicus' and Igneous' (specifically his) case, that applies tenfold.
''Very well.'' He extended his arm over the table and all four made a handshake of the Brotherhood. Although they had to improvise because of the hand number. ''Brothers, the fight for freedom begins now.'' At those words they pulled their hands back and made to carry out the tasks received.
Ah, finally after four days it's over! The only excuse for my tardiness is celebration, school, and a bad case of cold (leaking nose, mucus in lungs and bloated head). Okay more like, excuses.
I don't really know what to think of this chapter, specially the battle. Maybe it could go better, but alas I'm just a rookie still, so I know it probably sucks. 'sigh' Not gonna stop me from writing though.
Before someone wonders, yes the Beast is the one you all think it is. Does that mean I killed Elfman? Hell no! There is still a year until Mira and her siblings had to go after that S-class job. And with this stunt, I just saved you a Lissana with a good explanation. Not that I did it on purpose, but I needed the Beast for my plot.
So anything not clear or it needs additional explanation, you all know what to do for answers. It's not hard at all, trust me. ;)
And with this I wish you all a Merry (late) Christmas for those that celebrate the 25th December and a very Happy New 2017! May the good health and luck serves us all!
'Til next time, Axel's signing out!