Ah that explains it all, I am Trebius Livius Macatus. Your father and I met just a couple days ago.
Ah that explains it all, I am Trebius Livius Macatus. Your father and I met just a couple days ago.
Goodday Gents, I love the arena, I hope we're in for a good event!
Severus rose and spread his arms, addressing the crowd.
"Who will fight? Shall Crixus? Shall Didinius? Shall Thrax? Or perhaps one of the Capuans, Priscus or Verus? Or the Sicilian Spiculus?"
Crixus versus Thrax Trebius asks polite to the consul.
Severus sighed, the lack of response was discouraging in slight degrees. Nevertheless, he gave the orders for Crixus and Thrax to be armed and sent to the arena. Both men entered from opposite ends of the arena, making no acknowledgement of their hesitation to fight one another. The men were as close as brothers, having trained and lived, fought and survived with one another for years. Both men were armed with a gladius and a small, round shield. They gave their salute, and squared off prepared to begin the fight.
Thrax, ever the aggressor, began the fight with a savage attack to Crixus. Crixus retreated slightly, losing ground, and bringing his shield to his side to block the sweeping blow that would have opened his guts. He caught the uppercut with his blade as metal clanged against metal. Thrax on the other hand was attempting to gain the advantage by his brute strength. Even as his sword was blocked, he brought his shield across and dealt his adversary a blow to the side of the head with his shield. Crixus stumbled back, a small trail of blood springing from his forehead. Thrax came onwards, bringing his sword down upon Crixus, who blocked with his sword. Thrax was beating Crixus down when suddenly, the smaller man rolled sideways, slicing Thrax's thigh right above the knee.
Thrax stumbled momentarily before regaining his balance. The man seemed to not feel pain, and on he continued. Angered by this wound, Thrax launched into a furious assault, smashing Crixus with his shield. One blow caught the smaller man in the side and sent his sprawling across the sand. Losing his shield, Crixus quickly recovered, and stabbed towards Thrax's neck, one of the vital kill thrusts. The blow missed, instead slicing off a section of his ear. Using this opportunity of vulnerability, Thrax stabbed at the man, and caught him in the shoulder. The blade flicked in and out, followed by a spray of blood. Incapacitated, Crixus fell to the sand.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Thrax stood over Crixus, poised to deliver the killing blow. He ignored the chants of the crowd and glanced towards Severus. His thumb held at a neutral angle, he slowly pointed it up as per the wishes of the crowd. for now, Crixus would last another day...
OOC: you know thumbs up meant kill..?
The day of the Games Commisioned by Marcus Velian Gracchus had arrived, the Colosseum had began to fill around mid morning. The Games were due to start at noon, a commotion and buzz was apparent around the arena. Plebs clambered for good seats, while Romans of means and of note were ushered into more suitable seats for there social status,
As the Sun reached it's miday height Gnaeus Paulus Velian arrives he checked the final preperations were in order then approaches the Senatorial Box. A loud trumpet Fanfare indicates the days bouts are approaching, a loud cheer erupts in the Colosseum.
Gnaeus raises his right hand, the crowd begin to hush;
"Good Citizens of Rome, I Gnaeus Paulus Velian stand before you as a representitive of my cousin Pro Consul of Iberia Marcus Velian Gracchus. As a man of the people it troubled him to hear of the disturbances at the Concilium Plebis Cilli. He wishes that the people of Rome those whose only voice is that within that Sanctified house and it's Sacred offices will find peace and never again find their voices silenced by discord, violence or Tyranny.
Marcus shall resign his position as Pro Consul next term and return to Rome as a champion of your rights, no longer will so called Great Men missuse your sacred offices to further their own ends, no longer shall rival factions attempt to use your right of veto to prevent measures that would enshrine your glorious Republic or to prevent measures that alleviate your suffering. Marcus Velian Gracchus as Tribune shall stand as one of you, for the people!!
A train of slaves make their way through the ailes launching loafs of bread to the massed ranks of plebs
"Marcus Velian Gracchus then Dedicates these bouts to you, the people of Rome and your everlasting Glory, long live the Republic!!!!"
Gneaus beckons towards the Colosseum gates where the fighter await and shouts
"Let the Games Begin!!!!!!"
Trebius arrives in the Senatorial Sky-box
The gates from the holding area's creak open, the 4 pairs of Gladiators walk out to the cheers of the crowd. Flowers and garlands are launched at Gladiators, Some were armed in the Galli style, others as hoplomachus. The crowds biggest roar of approval went to the Samnite and Secutor Gladiators. The Gladiators walk round the circumfrence of the arean then array themselves in adjacent corners of the arena.
The Master of Ceremony begins to speak over the din of the crowd,
"Bring out the condemned!"
The condemned men are handcuffed into pairs, this collection of murders, thieves and rapists walk out some with encouragement from the arean's guards. A mighty boo breaks out across the arean, rotten fruit and vegetables are launched at these poor miscreants condemned to death in the arean for their terrible crimes. They are unarmed and ushered towards weapons laid on the ground, a sheild and sword between them.
The Master of ceremony looks towards Gnaeus, Gnaeus nods. The Master Of Ceremony roars,
Immediatly the fight begins, A secutor strikes at a criminal his spear skews the fellow through the throat. A torent of blood spills from his throat. His dazed companion conjoined at the wrist looks on horror. Before he has time to compose himself his head is cleaved from his shoulders by a Samnite Gladiator. Some of the condemned let out a roar and begin to swing out at the Gladiators, the well conditioned Gladiators training is more than adequete for these amateurs. In quick succession the Criminals ranks are whittled down from 20 to 12.
The arena floor now glistens with blood and gore, but the gladiators do not have it all their own way. A large prisoner already having cast his companion aside by severing his swings wildly at a Gladiator armed in the style of a gaul, their blades meet the prisoner will not give his life easily. The Gaul easily parries the prisoners blows and retorts with a slicing thrust to the midrift, the blows slices across his mid thigh. He lets out a roar but gather his senses in time to swing a left hook across the Gauls chin, the blow lands true the Gaul head swings sidewards. The prisoner takes his chance and plunges his blade through the chin of the Gladiator, the blade protrudes through the cap of his skull. The crowd let out a roar, the prisoner turns savouring his moment of triumph as he pans the audience. Out of the corner of his vision he see's an object flying through the air, as he turns to face it a Gladius blade embeds itselfin his skull from brow to chin. His knee's buckle as he drops motionless to the ground.
Again ther crowd roar, the carnage continue's and soon only 8 of the criminals fight on. Some put up a valient struggle others only put up a token resistance to these professionals.
The battle rages on, a pair of prisoners seem intent to leave with their lives. One African Prisoner seems a competent swords men parries a Samnites blows, his partner struggles to hold off a Secutor whose probing strikes range from head to mid rif to knee. The Samnite swings but the African steps one way then pivots and attacks from an unexpected angle, the slice cathes his arm above the elbow. He swings once more the pain from his injured arm panging through his torso. The african demonstrates his stamina he easily dodges the blow then strikes once more the blade this time cuts deep into his exposed stomach. Bloods spills from the holes of his masked helmet, The African turns to see his partner in danger the Secutor seing the Smanite drop to his knee's strikes harder seeking to feel the prisoner with the shield.
The African prisoner jumps over his partner launching himself into the air bringing his blade in a direct motion, the blade finds the eye the Secutor burying itself deep. The Samnite on his knee's is struck with African's partners shield across the head. A groan comes from within the Samnites helmet, he is finished off with a downward strike of the shiled that collapses his skull.
The Crowd roar inapproval, the pair of convicts look around they are now the only criminals left standing, the other Gladiators look on at their fallen comrades. Slowly they begin to flank the pair of prisoners who edge closer together till they stand back to back.
A Gladiator armed as a hoplomachus makes the first attack, his intial blow is immediatly joined by spear and sword attacks from his fellow gladiators. The Prisoners are up against and they know the end is approaching they shuffle round moving fast, the African seems eager to take one more Gladiator with him to the afterlife. His partner however is begining to tire, the shield becomes heavy and the reknewed attacks of the numerous Gladiators begin to take their toll. A secutor lands a hit above the knee while the shiled is raised to parry a blow from Samnite. The tip pierces it's through, the prisoner brings the shield down on the shaft breaking it with the tip still embedded. As the shield comes down the Samnite strikes at the prisoner exposed chest cleaving open the solar plexus. The large prisoner let's out a moan, the sound is cut short as the Samnites second blow removes his head. His body slumps over while his head rolls around the arean floor.
The African prisoner is pulled down by the weight of his dying comrade , he manages to to roll over the dying man towards the disarmed Secutor, with a roar he lunges towards his blade towards his jugular. A spray of fine red mist flies through the air as the Secutor stands stunned by the speed of the attack. He stumbles back, blood spurting from his throat and mouth, the only sound he makes a distressed gargle. Eventually he drops to his knee's then keel's over. The crowd roar, but it is too late for the African and the odd's are to great to overcome. Unarmed hie his unable to defend himself effectivly, the Gladiators toy with him until finally the hoplomachus floors him with a kick to the right leg. Exhausted and realising the futility to resist the prisoner raies two fingers towards Gnaues,
Gnaeus raises his hand, he places it horizontal with his thumb straight. He takes his time gauging the the response of the crowd. A chant begins to resound through the arena,
"Finish him, finish him, finish him"
Gneaus smiles and brings his thumb towards his throat, He thinks the Plebs blood must be up todayy. The Gladiator nods then grabs the prisoner by the top not of his hair and psuhes his head forward. In a swift stabbing motion he plunges the blade deep into the area between the throat and shoulder. The Prisoner gargles blood flows from his mouth, the Gladiator merely pushes him forward with his foot and he falls over the body of his comrade.
The first part of the days events were over, on the ground lay 20 Criminals all dead to 4 Gladiators killed, the Gladiators accept the roar's of approval from the crowd and leave the arena. The second part of the games will see these surviving Gladiators compete in 1 vs 1 Matches with one being named victor in the Primus.
To be continued.........................................
+5 populist points
Lucius Valerius Flacchus cheers as he watches the games from his families box.
Tribune Manius Domitius Labeo watched from his seat as the first day of the games began. The first task was the handing out the bread to the masses which was done by people throwing the bread into the crowd and people catching it and some others began to walk around handing out bread to the masses although very few would dare to do so. Then the real reason why the people were here came, standing in the middle of the arena were two gladiators who were tied together by the legs. The only body part they could move were their arm, While the other was tied to their side. The arm that was not held a sword which was sharp as required. A Game announcer went up to his spot and began to speak
" Greetings Citizens of the Republic !. Your words were heard and the Tribune has granted your wish of hosting games for your entertainment. For The first day of Games you are in for a treat. In the center of the Arena you can see 2 gladiators tied up by their legs to each other. Only one arm is free while the other is tied to their sides. They will fight like this until either one of them dies either at the hands of the of the wild animals or they win. So lets get this started Now shall we !. Bring out the Wolves ! "
Soon a door to the room were the animals were opened and out came 3 wolves who were straved to death before the match. Not enough to kill them but to make them hungry for human fleash or anything they could eat. The wolves began to circle the two gladiator . One of the Gladiator made a fatal mistake and taunted one of the wolves who then leaped at him. But the gladiator was smart and put up his sword just in time. His partner behind him was not s lucky and missed just as a wolf jumped and began to maul his face with its jaws. The man did not scream but soon his eyes were scarched out and he then the wolf began to bite into the mans neck killing him. The other man on the other side took this as chance to break free, By cutting the rope that held him down. But by then another door was opening.
" Let me Present you with one of our best Gladiator in the Republic !. His skill in battle makes him one of the worst people you can fight. Let me introduced you too. " But before he could say the mans name. The man charged and cut down one wolf before turning his attention towards another. But by then the man who was tied was free and began to charge his new opponent who quickly block the mans attack. But then another door was open and 2 prisoners came out. one of them picked up the dead mans weapon and charged into the battle which was quickly becoming bloody
The crowd soon began to cheer as they watched the battle. And that fueled the prisoners who wanted to make a name for themselves. But one of them was unlucky and soon was cut down by a wolf who went for the neck once again and killed the man. While the Champion Gladiator fought not only a wolf but another man who had manage to land a blow against his back which knocked him to the ground. But the man was smart and tripped the attacking man and soon got to his feet and raised his hand up into the air waiting for the order from the Emperor if he should kill the man or not.
But He never got a chance too ask as the man on the ground not caring if he should ask if he can kill the man soon plunged a sword into the champion gladiator neck. Killing him instantly. The battlefield had sure changed and now it was only 1 Gladiator and 1 prisoner left along with a handful of wolves. But the day was over and these 2 plus whatever the tribune had in store for them tommrow was soon going to be a day to remember.
To Be continued
The Emperor arrived and moved to his box. He waved to the plebs seated about him but kept the praetorians within short distance. He applauded politely when the speech had ended and then looked forward to the first bout. Figs, grapes, wine and bread were laid out.
The Next day the games left off from the day before. The Gladiator started off the day in the center of the arena with the wolves around him, The wolves hungry from not eating and thrust for blood circled around him growling at the man they saw only as pray. The Gladiator a Roman and one of the most feared people growled back at the wolves circling around him. One of the wolves made the first move and leaped at him. The Man was smart enough to block the first attack but was to slow to block the next wolves attack, And soon the man was being attacked from all different directions by the wolves. But the crowd could hear what sounded like gates opening and out came more prisoners. None of them had any weapons and the wolves seeing fresh meat went after the 5 prisoners that were unlucky to go out with any weapons. IT seems that the days games was going to be a feeding frenzy for the wolves who started attacking with hunger the prisoners unlucky enough to come out without weapons. The gates could be heard again and the next pair of gladiators entered
These men both Samnite and hating the Roman charged the man with their swords. They charged right at the roman gladiator and soon a battle between the three began. The growled and counter charged one of the men and they went blow for blow. But the Italian was disavtange in this battle and soon he was on the ground being attacked by both Samnite gladiators who soon killed the man and turned towards the wolves. The wolves had finished off the prisoners and soon they turned on the Samnite gladiators and a battle unfoiled their. But this battle was far from over as the gates opened again and the last pair of Gladiators entered. both of them Italian and soon they charged the Samnite gladiators and they soon fought blow for blow as the wolves attacked also. Pretty soon it turned into a blood bath with one Samnite gladiator on the ground being attacked by a Italian and a wolf who was attacking his head. But the last surprised was one that nobody expected. The gates opened and the last animal of the games were revealed. 4 Stags came out running in the direction of the fight and the one unlucky wolf was trampled as one Italian Gladiator was impailed by the horns of the stag who soon ran with the body on its antler towards a wall in the arena hitting in head on. Both the stag and the Italian were dead.
The remaining three stags ran around the arena hitting anything they saw be it wolf or man. The crowd went wild as the battle was coming to close. Another Samnite was on the ground his face and body being torn apart by the wolves as a Ititan was fighting a stag and wolf who overwhelmed him and soon began to trample him and bite him to death. by the end of it all their was only 1 stag left and a few wolves. The rest were either dead or dying from the battle tonight. Finally at last the bread of the day was handed out to the masses and the day games were concluded.
+4 populist points
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