MATCH TWO: Ascanius vs Gaius Hostilius

[Gothic]

Ascanius vs Gaius Hostilius

A handsome gladiator enters the arena with cheers while the prisoner enters with jeers. Not to mention a couple of pieces of rotten food by people with skilled aim! 

 

 

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[Sara]

Ascanius grinned as he strode into the streaming sunlight. The noise from the crowd echoed all around him, and they were all roaring for him. Whilst at first he had been peeved to learn he was facing a bloody prisoner, at the urging of his lanista he decided to look on the bright side. Namely, he'd be able to put the poor sod out of his misery and at least the crowds attentions weren't divided between two champions. 

As the cries swelled, he cupped his ear and winked at the ladies whose faces he could make out. 

He confidently moved to stand at the centre of the sands and with a grunt of exertion, thrust down his spear into the sand. He waited for his opponent to join him, a smirk on his face. 

 

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[Gothic]

He was utterly terrified.

Gaius' arm lifted to try to prevent the rotten pieces of fruit from being thrown at him. The rotten fruit stained his skin and his loin cloth.  Gods! The smell was completely vile. Ascanius, the gladiator tasked with ending his life was adored by the crowd and he felt nothing but hopelessness, envy and shame. He tried walk upright but he wanted to crouch down to protect his stomach from the threat.

No.. no.... he couldn't die as a coward. 

He didn't say anything to the opponent across from him. 

He held the sword in his hand and trembled in fear as he watched his opponent.

There was no chance he would win this match. 

[Gothic]

[Sara]

Ascanius watched the mans hand tremble and felt a shiver of revulsion run through him. He couldn't even die like a real man. Shaking his head, with a grunt he lifted the spear from the sand. The crowds burst into rapturous roars and Ascanius slowly began to circle the man, his bright eyes trained on him, unwavering. 

It didn't take long for him to find his opening. With a quick dart he held the spear high and without even blinking, brought the point down hard into the mans shoulder. 

Blood poured from the wound and Ascanius stepped forward, bringing both hands onto the shaft as he discarded his shield. He eyed the man, bleeding, moments from the afterlife and grunted; "Gods have favour on you." Before he thrust the spear as hard as he could down, the blade piercing the mans heart. 

The crowd's cheers were deafening. 

 

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[Gothic]

Gaius raised his sword.

He knew he did not stand a chance against him.

He let out a cry.... his last and it turned to a shrill squeal as the spear entered his shoulder. His hand reached up to grasp it to instinctively protect himself and looked at the handsome gladiator who would end his life. It didn't hurt as much as Gaius thought that it would. He dropped to his knees... and the sword dropped to the arena sand in defeat. 

Gaius wanted to say some deep and witty words.. but nothing but a whimpered gurgle came out. It was as though there was nothing but he and Ascanius. He did not expect Ascanius' words, blinked and soon the sword was thrust down to his heart. He groaned, blood gurgled from his mouth and he fell forward onto his face as the blood drained out. 

Hostilius is dead. 

Tag: @Sara