Set in motion

[scorpion]

Batiatus purchused the man, and his guards deliverd him. The name of his buyer pleases him to no end. Closer to the trail of Sparticus. The guards men take advantage of the shackled brute and push him down into the dirt. Kneeling in the sands of the ludus. Rising as he was lead to the medicus for examination and unknowing removal of hair. Yet Mathyus anger became bottled and he stayed unmoved with the displeasures.

The Gladiators that already where there looked and joked toward him. He said nothing, Not from fear but because he knew down the line there would be chances to beat and or kill those that stand in his way or make his personal goals harder to optain.

Down to nothing his was stripped and then fitted for his loincloth. once fitted and shackles finally removed he loosend up. The young brute moved to a holding cell pushed and guided there by men of the house. Caged like an animal. Silent. Awaiting. He stood statued. Awaiting Words.

[Ilithyia]

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Several men were huddled in the cell, some with panic writ plainly upon their features as they faced a new and uncertain future. Not all who called themselves Gladiator would find a place in the elite faction known as the Brotherhood. The percentage of those who would meet the elevated expectations of Batiatus and Doctore was slim. The mines would become home to those who did not prove their worth, an empty future, brightened only by the prospect of a slow, painful death.

Still, there were a choice few who looked ready to battle the Gods themselves, and one man in particular who sat low on his haunches, growling gutter Latin between each ringing slap he roughly served himself.

"To the mines or to the pits over half of us will go." Exclaimed another man. This one squeezed his face between the bars of the cell, desperately clutching the metal rods as though they might eventually give beneath his strength, and offer one last chance for escape.