😀 I gotta get past these fucking gladiators. Has anyone written a comedic gladiator fight before? Cause, that’s all I gots right now. Might work. *snort*
I find Roman rodeo clowns a bit appealing, actually… haha.
Who cares about the details, everyone’s seen them. Just begin with the endgame. Blood up front, done.
As he and Marcia settled into their seats, the gladiators separated into pairs. On the left, a heavy-set Thracian brute swung his curved blade with skill while his opponent, a paunchy middle-aged Murmillo, sliced his sword through the air, hitting himself in the shin guard before tripping over his long shield.
“This should be quick,” Gaius grumbled.
On the right, a helmetless Retiarius tossed his net at his foe, an ox of a Secutor, who stood still, arms hanging relaxed at his sides, waiting for Neptune boy to untangle the net’s cord from around the prongs of his own damn trident.
Three seats down the row from where Gaius sat, Marcus fidgeted, paying little attention to the fighters’ preparations. Gaius leaned over and sneered softly into Marcia’s ear. “No expense was spared for this farce.”
Marcia shrugged as she smothered a chuckle. “Perhaps they ran out of professionals? I believe I’ve seen that portly one selling fabrics near the Temple of the Divine Augustus.”
I have Marcus making all sorts of lame excuses for the poor show. And Gaius being… well, Gaius about it.
No, I just went with the ‘proper’ names of the different types of gladiators. I’ll have to change/expand on that. The real horrific scene comes right after this, with a prisoner sacrifice. So, perhaps a little comic scene beforehand will work.
I don’t think you’re as far off as you think you are. Shit like this HAD to have happened; it’s so difficult for us to remove ourselves from Hollywood’s version of everything. So keep going. I’m off to work. Have a good evening, authoress.
When ignorance rules, we all lose.
Yeah. Sucks. Miss you.
Still here. Always. 🙂
😀 I gotta get past these fucking gladiators. Has anyone written a comedic gladiator fight before? Cause, that’s all I gots right now. Might work. *snort*
I find Roman rodeo clowns a bit appealing, actually… haha.
Who cares about the details, everyone’s seen them. Just begin with the endgame. Blood up front, done.
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As he and Marcia settled into their seats, the gladiators separated into pairs. On the left, a heavy-set Thracian brute swung his curved blade with skill while his opponent, a paunchy middle-aged Murmillo, sliced his sword through the air, hitting himself in the shin guard before tripping over his long shield.
“This should be quick,” Gaius grumbled.
On the right, a helmetless Retiarius tossed his net at his foe, an ox of a Secutor, who stood still, arms hanging relaxed at his sides, waiting for Neptune boy to untangle the net’s cord from around the prongs of his own damn trident.
Three seats down the row from where Gaius sat, Marcus fidgeted, paying little attention to the fighters’ preparations. Gaius leaned over and sneered softly into Marcia’s ear. “No expense was spared for this farce.”
Marcia shrugged as she smothered a chuckle. “Perhaps they ran out of professionals? I believe I’ve seen that portly one selling fabrics near the Temple of the Divine Augustus.”
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Oh, lordy….
Oh, my. I like the idea of dorky goofballs, and little thought being put into the games in Luc’s honor. Did we have gladiator intros before this?
I have Marcus making all sorts of lame excuses for the poor show. And Gaius being… well, Gaius about it.
No, I just went with the ‘proper’ names of the different types of gladiators. I’ll have to change/expand on that. The real horrific scene comes right after this, with a prisoner sacrifice. So, perhaps a little comic scene beforehand will work.
I don’t think you’re as far off as you think you are. Shit like this HAD to have happened; it’s so difficult for us to remove ourselves from Hollywood’s version of everything. So keep going. I’m off to work. Have a good evening, authoress.