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July 13, 2016 at 3:09 pm #1280
It is now time for the third round of the Quintilis 2769 gladiatorial tournament! We are in for a treat today as two gladiators owned by the same owner face off against each other! Here they are!
Owner: Lucius Curtius Philo
Gladiator: Marcus Attilius
Faction: Factio Russata
Owner: Lucius Curtius Philo
Gladiator: Rapidus Belliger
Faction: Factio RussataAs the Gates of Life shuddered open, out walked two gladiators who were heavily armored and ready for a fight by the way they strode towards one another. The first of these was Marcus Attilius, an older gladiator at the age of 38, who sold himself into slavery to pay off past debts. He found himself under the ownership of L. Curtius after seducing his previous owner's wife. He carried the equipment of a Thraex, his chosen method of fighting. He wore shin guards on both of his legs, and had a manica on his right arm. This was the same arm that held his sica, a sharply curved blade that measured about 30 inches in length (76.2 cm). In his other arm, which bore no arm protection, was his shield known as a parmula, which was a small quadrangular shield. Upon his head he wore a closed hull, only leaving his blue eyes to be seen. These cold eyes were what attributed to people knowing him as ‘hateful’, a reputation he wore with honor.
Coming from the other gate was a man he knew, but one he would hardly call a friend. Rapidus Belliger was born a slave, to a cook under the ownership of L. Curtius. He was 19 years old, young but not as young as some who found themselves in this arena. He was supposed to be a servant like his father, but was too insubordinate to perform his duties, preferring to lash out at those around him. He was to be sent to the mines, but instead found himself in the arena where his insubordination and fiery personality may be better suited. He possessed a fiery lust for power that could prove to put him over the top of his more aged opponent. He carried equipment very similar to that of Attilius’s, but also different. He chose the fighting style of the Murmillo, which was a more heavily armored one as well. He carried a scutum, just as the Secutores do. Upon he head he wore a crested great hull. He also wore a manica on his right arm, which also carried a gladius. His left leg was armored with a shinguard, but nothing was on his left leg leaving it exposed, only to be protected by the large shield he carried. The sand gave way under his sandals, in no small part due to the heavy armor he wore upon him.
These two men met in the middle of the Colosseum, standing off against one another like two animals ready to kill for the last piece of food in a dead winter. Rapidus twirled his gladius in his hands, weighing up his more seasoned opponent, looking for any potential weaknesses. Attilius took up a defensive stance, awaiting his opponent to make his move. He knew the younger gladiator had the element of youth behind him, as well as better armor so he had to play this safer than Rapidus did. It wasn’t long before the Editor gave the signal for them to begin, and Rapidus wasted no time to begin the bloodletting. He moved forward as fast as his armor would allow, pushing on the raised shield of his less armored opponent. As they locked shields, Rapidus swung forward with his gladius, which was turned away by the sica of Attilius. Attilius pushed back on the shield with enough force to set his opponent off balance. He planted a foot in the sand as leverage, using it to act as a balance point as he struck forward with his other foot, planting it firmly into the leg that wasn’t armored. He met the meaty tendons of the leg with great force, eliciting a yell of pain from his opponent. The leg was now tender, evening the field a little more between them.
Despite the pain in his leg, Rapidus once more lunged forward with his shield, striking into Marcus Attilius, sending him off balance and staggering backwards. He took this opportunity to swing in an arch over his opponent, his blade meeting the meat of his Attilius’s shoulder. He cried out in pain at the blow, hot searing pain shooting through his arm at the attack. His muscles spasmed, causing him to lose his shield to the ground. His arm felt dead, numbed from the attack on it. Rapidus felt empowered by this turn of events, feeling victory was eminent. He rushed forward, waylaying upon his opponent with attack after attack of shield and blade, driving his opponent into the defensive position he started out with. Upon one of the blows, Attilius used the manica on his arm to turn aside a blow, the blow itself reverberating up his arm. It was nothing compared to the pain in his other arm though. He quickly recovered from it, and sliced with his sica, the curved blade gliding across the flesh of his opponent’s chest. He no longer was burdened by a cumbersome shield, and attacked more rapidly, knowing if he did not he would not survive this match. As feeling returned to his other arm, albeit with the pain still there, he grabbed his opponent’s shield, using the large shield to control his opponent’s movements. He struck out to the unarmored leg towards the ankle and at his opponent’s exposed chest. As his opponent fell to the ground from exhaustion and succumbing to his leg wounds, Attilius stood over Rapidus’s body, about to go on the offensive once more. Just as he was, a cry rose above him, spreading through the crowd like wildfire.
“Habet, hoc habet!!” this was the call that stated his opponent had had enough. He stepped back, lowering his blade. Rapidus attempted to push himself to his feet, but found himself not able to due to his extensive wounds to his legs. Blood soaked the sand beneath him, and had to just lay there, subject to the whim of the people. The Editor watched the crowd, determining their wishes. It wasn’t long before he came to a decision. He raised a fist with his thumb tucked into it, the sign to spare him. Attilius bowed his head, acknowledging the crowd’s desire, and walked to pick up his shield and leave the arena, leaving the wounded Rapidus Belliger in the blood soaked sand
LOSERRapidus Belliger (SPARED)
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