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He patted his jacket and huffed as he sat on the front step.
He saw Agatha walking up. When he turned to smell the air and caught a scent of new on her. That shouldn't exist.
He saw her running up before she ran past him.
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Excuse me she said running as she broke out into a field behind the house and ran up to the coliseum.
She ran in and took the steps to the first steps and made it to the seat next to her father Popious.
I'm here.
Her father looked angry and a look of concern crossed his eyes as a crowd of people walked in.
He saw them piling in and a woman walked normally and he didnt seem to notice.
Sire your daughter is sitting in the Greeks seats.
He turned to her who laid on a bed of purple and red roses.
Sit them by the wall.
The solidier nodded and turned to two men behind him.
By the wall there is two seats of plastic and rubber.
She breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled.
She saw a woman walking up after it was full and she waited quietly her mom walked in with black dresses and high shoulder golds. Really old style, really back in the day.
For herself she wore a baby tablet for soldiers.
A small knife in her back.
Her mom sat down next to her and patted her stomach.
Look at you go.
Would she be able to not be here next time?
Pompious said.
She laughed.
It's where she goes.
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(In the arena.)
Roman emperor cicilian vs Spartacus.
Two boys that were divine stepped up with ray bans and nice suits.
Pompious laughed.
What are they wearing? A type of fashion I have never seen before.
They could be wearing something you don't care about.
I'll shop myself for one.
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Yo Spartacus, surrender! For I am your king!
He ended with a demonic growl.
Spartacus waited for the staff and ran forward and ducked under it.
The emperor of Rome Cicilian released his sword.
Spartacus reached him and jumped up like an aim bot he could've saw him.
But the emperor cicilian was brilliant and held no regreats when he killed.
So he waited for him and clashed swords with him and Spartacus rolled.
Cicilian turned to him and laughed.
Your mad!
Then he ran forward and drove his blade and spartacus knowing of his upper training battered it. But fell to the right and got up weakly.
Cicilian kicked him and raised his blade and turned to the arena!
I am the lightest one!
Then turned sucking his tongue and drove the blade into Spartacus.
The crowd roared with chants.
But one little girl looked deeper into his blue eyes then she was suppose to and wished to have one slave of the same make but her father raised his hand.
Bring out the others!
A young child with brown eyes barged into the arena with a big blade.
And on the other side a ten foot gradiator stood.
He roared and ran in.
The kid that was about three feet. Panted back and fourth before waving at Agatha.
Agatha!
She heard.
The gladiator drove the blade and the kid jumped and rolled behind his leg and sliced it. And turned and stabbed three times right through.
The ten footer laid on the floor to survive the wound so the baby did something most uncommon and used deception to not be struck when he was behind his head he drove the blade.
He turned to Agatha and laughed.
And rose his arms.
I am Arnold Ferguson! King of the Vikings!
Agatha only wondered why this one was foolish enough to fight... Then.
Her father grabbed a cup of wine.
As the mom waited for the ladies championship to start and saw a small baby girl presented.
He smiled.
Any challengers he yelled to the arena.
Agatha grabbed her small blade and ran down the steps.
I'll go!
Agatha!
He said laughing.
The mom looked unmoving.
Once she reached the girl the girl drove her blade and Agatha fought her hard until she was back by the wall and her hand received a scratch and when she dropped the blade Agatha drove it into her neck.
And hugged her and pressed her to the hall breathing hard.
Her eyes a cool blue.
Go to Mersum!
The ref laughed.
Cicilian walked up to Pompious.
He through a bag.
For the chick girl with the skills.
He raised his head and nodded.
As the kid walked away.
He through it at Agatha who saw Cicilian turn to see it and he turned the corner and got into a carriage.
She ran after him saying wait!
Wait!
But he pulled off saying it's yours the charge was of my own.
Inside the carriage he wrapped a cloth around his face of gold with another coat.
Cicilian.
Alicent Hightower.
This time in pagan he spoke quietly.
Next time we'll speak about this.
Agatha through a gold bar and a stack of hundreds at the street.
Cicilian!
She yelled but her young voice made her know he was angry she killed his friend.
Alexander saw her wearing his clothes from earlier.
She noticed and he grabbed the money and brought it to her.
Why you through it out?
He was angry; and he paid me too little.
Alexander the third nodded.
Why you through it out?
He said with a fake scuff for a laugh.