Gladiator V2

Gladiator

The sun is blinding as this new 'prospect' enters the Great Arena. The sand is boiling hot and feels like sand paper as Decimus steps into sight of the crowd. The mass of men and women us astonishing, and their cry for blood shed is nothing less than extraordinary. Across the way is a tall, brute of a man. He stands tall and proud with one hand holding a trident, that drips with the red life of its most recent victim, and in the other hand he holds a rough and scraggly net. His left shoulder was cladded in a thick pauldron of iron. His chest was plain and muscular, and his lower body was wrapped in leather. His right hand, holding the trident, was draped with 8 threads of cloth. Decimus was an average man, muscular and tone, but all he was equipped with was a loincloth and was only armed with a ripped pair of cestus'. The king stood up and raised his hand, the elegant and gold lined ruby cloak draped far below the man's arm. He dropped his hand harshly and, then the brute let out a war cry and began his charge.

Decimus shifted his left foot back and bent his knees slightly, not moving. He watched the brute charge and draw his left arm back. He waited patiently, running the risk of being whipped by the Lorarius. The brute tossed his net and continued on his unstoppable charge of strength. The net spread open as if it was alive, and Decimus rolled forward and began his own charge. Decimus ran quicker than the other gladiator for not being burdened by such heavy weaponry and the weight of the armor. As the two neared towards eachother, The brute pulled his right arm in and aimed it forward at Decimus. Just before he was about to be impaled, Decimus slide under the trident and extended his right leg as he slide across the sandpaper of ground. His heel contacted with the shin of his opponent, but to not prevail. The brute picked Decimus up by his head and tossed him back. Decimus rolled, but quickly recovered and got back on his feet just in time to shuffle to the left, and avoid losing his life.He than quickly grabbed the trident and ran forward with it, trying to pry it out of the man's hand. The brute yelled and charged at Decimus, the trident was disarmed, but not before he was trampled by this bull. The beast than reclaimed his weapon and stood over Decimus who was rapidly gasping after having his diaphragm stepped on. The beast raised his trident....