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July 11, 2016 at 5:47 am #1266
It is now time for the second round of the Quinitilis 2769 gladiatorial tournament. Here are the gladiators!
Owner: Caeso Cispius Laevus
Faction: Factio Prasina
Gladiator: Lucius Curtius Philo
Faction: Factio RussataAs the gates of life opened once more, out stepped two very powerful gladiators. On one side was Garsa, a 27 year old gladiator who had started training a few short years ago, drawn to these matches by their glory and honor that was bestowed upon the winners. In his hands he carried the tools of the Retiarii, a net in one and a trident in the other. On the arm that carried the net was a manica, protecting his arm all the way up to his shoulder. He walked the distance to come face to face with his opponent, who was closing the distance between them.
Flamma crossed the hot sand, his sandals causing slight indents under the weight of his armaments. He wore a smooth closed hull, carried a large rectangular shield known as a scutum, and protection on his legs and his right arm, which held his gladius. There was only two discernible factors about him physically, besides being built like a wall of muscle. Flamma had green eyes that seemed very cold to stare into, eyes that had seen much death and only craved more, and had medium length brown hair that protruded from the back of his hull. These two fearsome gladiators met in the middle of the arena, sizing up each other as they awaited the signal to begin. They didn't have long to wait at all, a mere minute. As soon as the signal was given, both lunged at each other with the fury of two crazed cannibals fighting over the last piece of meat.
Garsa lashed out with his trident, striking Flamma's scutum with massive force, pushing the man backwards. Flamma stood his ground, losing only a few inches. However, he took the opportunity presented, and swung down his gladius on the forearm of his opponent, the one holding the trident. The cut was deep, causing a pretty heavy loss of blood. It also threatened to force Garsa to drop his main weapon, but he held fast, adrenaline allowing him to grip it despite the massive pulse of pain rolling through his arm. He pulled his arm back just in time to miss getting struck again on the back swing of the gladius. He silently cursed in Latin, taking no time to see the blood pooling in the sand. It took only a split second for them to be back at one another. Flamma lashed out with his shield to push back his opponent, but he was met with only air. Garsa laid his trident flat, rolling to the side to dodge the blow. As soon as he found his knees, he lashed out with his net, using it like a simple rope. The net wrapped around the wrist of his opponent, yanking down hard as he did so. The sudden impact of the jerk causing Flamma to drop his shield, a move that was unexpected as witnessed by the wide eyes expression you could barely make out through the eye holes of his hull. He lashed out with his gladius at the net wrapped tightly around his wrist, the very source of his current predicament. The length of the net was cut short, too short be of any further use to Garsa. He dropped the net right there, choosing to wield the trident in both hands. He put himself between the shield and Flamma, knowing full well the consequences if Flamma got to his shield once more. Flamma struck with his gladius, trying to drive the younger gladiator away from the scutum. His attack was met by the trident, which turned it away. As quick as lightning, Garsa struck once more, his trident digging deep into the area between the collar bone and shoulder in his gladius holding arm. This caused Flamma to drop his gladius, having no more weapons to fight with. Garsa didn't bother to retract the trident, instead put more force behind it to drive him to the blood stained sand. He used the trident to pin him in place, with one arm while the other drew his pugio hanging on his belt, and began to stab into his opponent as fiercely as the Senators who stabbed Caesar. Flamma attempted to push his opponent off him, which resulted in a slight reprieve, but the break was slight at best. He just returned to stabbing him with his pugio, reducing the once fearsome gladiator who had been widely known as an animal, into a bloody mess on the ground. He only stopped once the crowd rolled with cries of "Habet, hoc habet!!" This was the signal that his opponent had had enough.
Garsa stood back up, sheathing his dagger and pulling the trident out (with a lot of wiggling to increase pain in his opponent). Blood dripped from the trident as he held it pointing upward, standing proudly over his opponent who pushed himself to his knees despite his massive blood loss and injuries sustained to his arms and chest. He removed his helm for the crowd to see his face, as cries rose out amongst the spectators. The time of judgement had come. All throughout the crowd there was different hand symbols, but the result was not in his fortune. After gauging the crowd's choices, the Senator who was acting as Editor of the tournament motioned with a turned thumb, the result meaning death. With a look of defeat in his eyes, Flamma grasped the calf of his opponent, and turned his head upward to offer up his neck to his opponent. Garsa drew his pugio once more, and drove it into the neck of his former opponent, who gurgled from the wound as his hands slid down the leg of Garsa as life slipped from his body. He collapsed on the ground with a heavy thud. Garsa stood his ground there, until a man with a hot iron rod came out, pressing it to Flamma's skin to make sure he was dead. After no movement was spotted, the match was killed. Garsa was the victor!
L. Aurelius CurioJuly 11, 2016 at 11:24 am #6154
YES! Great victory for the green team! Congratulations Laeve ^^July 11, 2016 at 9:43 pm #6157
Well, well, that was a surprise. Flamma died. I didn’t see that coming. He was one of my best. At least he died with honor and was a good price. 😉
PhiloJuly 12, 2016 at 8:08 am #6170
Great! Well played Garsa, now we need his wounds to heal in time for the next round!
Better luck with your other gladiators Praetor Philo!
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