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July 16, 2016 at 8:59 pm #1292
We are now entering the semi finals of the Quintilis 2769 tournament! Today we have quite a battle for you, a Retiarius, master of the net and trident versus a Dimachaerus, master of the dual blade fighting style. Who will advance to the championship?
Owner: Lucius Vitellius Triarius
Gladiator: Smarticass of the Damnonii
Faction: Factio Veneta
Owner: Caeso Cispius Laevus
Faction: Factio PrasinaOnce more, the Gates of Life shuddered open, creaking as they revealed the two previous victors behind them. On one side stood Smarticass, the man who had mercilessly defeated his opponent. Thought there had been an age gap between them, the skill gap seemed to be even further still. Smarticass was renowned for his use of dual wielding gladii, a skill that was exceptionally difficult to master.
On the other side of the Colosseum entered Garsa, the man who had so far been the only one in this tournament to take a life. He had been up against the formidable Flamma, a fighter who was renowned for his tenacity in the arena. He now carried a new net, one that had a modification to it that the other had not. This one had small weighted balls on it, to help weigh down his opponent. He swung the net in small circles as he entered the arena, the small metal orbs clinking together as he did so.
As the two gladiators closed in on one another, you could almost feel the tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a pugio. Smarticass twirled his blades masterfully, his two gladius making swooshing noises. He smiled wickedly at his opponent, only visible due to his lack of helmet. After a minute of building anticipation, the Editor gave the signal to begin. Smarticass leapt forward, blades coming down in an arc. One blade came down between the spikes of Garsa’s trident, while the other hit the sand as the Retiarius leapt to the side. He came up with his net, using it like a flimsy club. The metal balls struck Smarticass under the chin, dazing him enough that he went stumbling backwards. He recomposed himself again rather quickly. Smarticass spun out of the way just in time to dodge a sharp jab from the trident, and the net moved in to strike him again. He timed it perfectly, sliding his blade in between the ropes, and pulling down. Not only did it yank the net from Garsa’s hand, it also cut the net, leaving a fairly large hole in its working. It was now next to useless for Garsa. He proceeded towards his opponent, chopping and slicing at him in varying degrees of madness and precision. He had the Retiarius on the defensive, barely able to hold off the Dimachaerus’s mad attacks. He jabbed at his opponent continuously, making small but definite strides driving him backwards. When he had enough room, he stuck his trident into the ground, and pulled it up with all his manageable strength. The resulting effort was an arc of sand, which effectively blinded poor Smarticass. Smarticass rubbed at his eyes with his arms, trying to get the sand out of them. He knew if he didn’t manage to do so soon, he would lose, or worse, be killed by this insane Neptunus impostor. It was too late though. Garsa struck with the shaft of his trident, cracking Smarticass upside the temple with the hard tempered wood of his chosen weapon. Smarticass crumbled under the weight of his own body mass, his body going limp from the blow. Blood streamed from his head, like a trickle from a river trying to break free of a dam.
Garsa stepped back, going to retrieve his broken net. After he picked up the second broken net in a few days time, he went to wait for judgement on his opponent. He kicked the blades away Smarticass’s unconcious body, so that he couldn’t use them when he came to. When he came to, he was groggy at first, and realized he was disarmed. He launched from a sitting position, and full body tackled the Retiarius to the ground. They both rolled around in the sand, causing the trident to fly from his grip. His fingers were caught in the net, and he decided to use this to his advantage. He managed to wriggle his way around to the back of Smarticass, and slipped the net over his opponents neck. He pulled back on it, throwing his weight back as leverage to choke his opponent. He held strong until a cry rose from the crowd as Smarticass lay there thrashing, turning beautiful shades of blue.
“Habet, hoc habet!” With these cries, Garsa unraveled the neck from his opponent and stood up, allowing Smarticass to catch his breath. All around the crowd there was a unanimous decision. Smarticass was to be spared. The Editor emulated this decision, and you could see the relief in Smarticass’s eyes. But there was also something else there, a fire that said that he would pay back Garsa for this defeat. Until next they meet in the arena.
LOSERSmarticass of the Damnonii (SPARED)
L. Aurelius CurioJuly 16, 2016 at 10:48 pm #6354
Great match! Is Garsa ready to meet his fate against my vicious Marcus Attilius?
PhiloJuly 16, 2016 at 11:21 pm #6357
Curio Philo Sal
I believe he is. Mostly unwounded too! It shall be a match to remember!
L. Aurelius CurioJuly 16, 2016 at 11:49 pm #6358
The Green team is showing its mettle in these Ludi! Congratulations to Smarticass for such a tense fight, he stood bold till the very end! Now to the finals! Let’s see if we can take it home ^^
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