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July 20, 2016 at 4:07 am #1303
The moment we have all been waiting for! We are now entering the championship round of the Quintilis 2769 gladiator tournament! We have seen gladiators rise and fall, and even one draw their last breath before being sent with honor to stand before the gods. Now, we shall see who shall walk away with honor for the Dominus and their faction!
Owner: Lucius Curtius Philo
Gladiator: Marcus Attilius
Faction: Factio Russata
Owner: Caeso Cispius Laevus
Faction: Factio PrasinaWith a low rumble, the Gates of Life opened up revealing the two would be champions of the arena. On one side stood Marcus Attilius, a veteran gladiator who was older than his opponent but had certainly proven his mettle. He stared down his opponent through his helm, his vision restricted by the metal but protected his head from blows unlike the bare head of his opponent, Garsa.
Garsa strode out carrying the equipment of his class, a net and trident. He wore the armor of the Retiarii, though it was nowhere near what Marcus Attilius wore. This placed him at a serious disadvantage, and it was one he was well aware of. He pushed the worry to the back of his mind, not letting it nag at him like an old worried grandmother. He spun his net, the metal ball weights clanking together as they had when he had defeated Smarticass, his most recent opponent.
The two men met in the middle, and the crowd was already in an uproar, cheering for their favored gladiator, and jeering at the other. Garsa stared down the intimidating figure that was Attilius, his helmet that was adorned with a faucet shape making the man seem more metal than man, more unkillable. Well, we would have to see about that. As they squared off, Attilius got into a defensive position, his small parmula shield raised up to deflect the trident if it came in, and the sicca raised to attack when needed. The Editor gave the signal to fight, and Garsa wasted no time going after his opponent. He struck with the trident, going for his opponent legs. He blow was turned away by the parmula, an obvious choice for one as well versed in defense as he was. They had taught him well at the Ludus Dacicus, or the Dacian School. As Garsa withdrew his trident, Attilius struck his sicca. The trident came up to block it, but failed to account for the curve of the sicca. As the blade was turned away it went over Garsa’s shoulder, but Attilius pushed forward with the blade, causing it to bite into the shoulder of the arm that was holding the weighted net. It cut into the muscle, causing Garsa to scream out in pain. He was bleeding profusely from the wound, and dropped the net in shock from the muscles spasming too hard to do anything about it. Attilius pushed forward with his shield like a battering ram, driving his opponent back away from the net, just like Garsa had done to Flamma in his first match. Now that the net was out of reach and his net holding arm was unusable, he was wielding the trident with one arm. This match looked much more grim from his perspective now. He stood his ground though, not to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him flee a fight, even temporarily. As Attilius struck with his sicca, hoping to take advantage of his opponent, Garsa had other idea. He ducked under the blow, slamming the prongs of his trident into Attilius’s hip, metal meeting bone, significantly limiting the mobility of the aged gladiator. Attilius bit back a scream from the blow, cutting the trident off where it was, chopping through the wood with ease from a mix of adrenaline and pure survival instinct. He rushed in on his opponent, channeling the blind rage building up in himself. Outside of the arena, where he was known to be tactical and analytical, he was known as a ‘hateful’ man, darkness in his heart to the core. That darkness was about to be unleashed in full force.
Attilius struck with his sicca so many times he lost count, going for his opponent’s legs and arms where there wasn’t protection. His body became a tapestry of blood and torn flesh, which seemed to only drive the crowd on more. The wounds to Garsa’s legs seemed to get to him, causing his legs to collapse and fall to the ground, his back hitting the blood stained sand hard, the wet sand clinging to his body. Marcus Attilius was not going to let him off that easily though, as he dropped his sicca and grabbed the man by the leather strap that went across his chest to hold his shoulder piece in place. He held firmly while punching him in the face with his parmula time after time, blood flying from the man’s battered face, splatting on Attilius’s helmet, decorating it with his opponent’s life blood.
“Habet, hoc habet!” The crowd shouted, realizing that this was nearly the end for the proud gladiator Garsa. Marcus Attilius barely heard the cries of the crowd over the sound of his parmula hitting Garsa’s face. He backed up, letting his opponent too attempt to get up. His injuries were too severe though, and he wasn’t able to. He raised his left hand to the crowd from the sand, pleading for his life to be spared. The crowd almost unanimously agreed to that fate, for such a sturdy warrior he deserved another shot in the arena after he had healed. The Editor mirrored the crowd’s wishes, presenting a fist with thumb tucked in, a sign of mercy. Marcus Attilius collected his sicca and limped from the arena, not even bothering to look back at the mangled body of the would be champion, Garsa or remove the trident prongs protruding from his hip.
LOSERGarsa (SPARED)July 20, 2016 at 4:25 pm #6413
Thank you to our Aediles and Praetores for putting on an excellent games! Bravo! Garsa will be ready for the next games!July 20, 2016 at 10:01 pm #6421
Curio Laevus Sal.
There will be more to come very soon, I promise you. 🙂
L. Aurelius CurioJuly 21, 2016 at 3:34 pm #6427
I would like to thank L. Aurelius for his incredible piece of battle prose and also K. Cispius for representing so well our Factio Prasina. Prasina has recieved much honor in this July Tournament and I hope we can see ever more of this as time goes by!
The Gladiatoria Munera is an example of initiative that deserves nothing less then a standing ovation for L. Aurelius. It is a lot of work and promotes the curiosity and study of this rich field that is gladiatorial combat. It reminds us of the more brutal side of roman society and honors the memory of those that gave their lifeblood for roman entertainment. Though Hollywood does surely distort and corrupt everything it touches, the brutality of gladiatorial combat should never be undernoticed . I think that L. Aurelius does a great job giving life to these characters and making us want to learn more about them and these games they were a part of. Continue the good job, Aureli!
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