Coliseum II: Out With The Old

Atop a hill in the outer city of the capital, Angelus sat with his gladius plunged into the ground. His eyes set lied on the far off but visible Coliseum that stood high into the sky. It was quite a brutal arena. If you lost and had your blood spilt, people of Reim would cheer and cry out loud. It was not an ideal way to fall, but for some, that was the most ideal way to fall. It was somewhat an odd cultural aspect of Reim young Angelus felt. It was also the stepping stone to flourish for him now though. He pondered on who the next opponent just may be. It could be someone far out of his scope of victory. He doubted it though. Duels were said to be often set up with the estimated skill and power of the gladiators in mind. However, some concluded quite quickly and perhaps cause the estimations were off. It was no use worrying though. Angelus would simply try and do his best with what was given to him. It was on him to bring victory closer to home.

Old Lady: "Hey boy, my son saw your match. He is a legionary of Reim and thought you did very well. He says to keep it up, that you fight like a true Reiman man."

He was spaced out, that is until an elderly woman were to come up to him. It seemed to be a mother of a Roman legionary as she said herself. It was quite rather kind of her to inform him that her son saw the match that Angelus had with Giana Antonius and was impressed by his style of swordsmanship. It warmed his heart, which was not something that happened very often for the white haired man that has had a lonely life from childhood. It were to give the gladiator the motivation that could be of great use when training. He were to thank the lady. It was unlike people to compliment him. He felt that the effort put in was now coming to show.

Angelus: "I am very thankful of the kind words. I will do my best in my next match."

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It came the day now for his newest duel. It was a blue sky day, not misty or dark and gloomy like the past days. It was colder though than the previous days. Winter began to be ushering upon the lands of Reim slowly but surely. It was colder here than it was in Ariminum. Anyways that was but a note that Angelus made of the capital of Reim. It was now for him to get to the duel and prepare. With a thick black paint coated on his finger, he would carefully color his lips. Then he would wipe his finger off using a cloth. As he strolled towards the Coliseum registration he were to be noticed by some hopeful spectators that saw his last duel. Angelus were to rise a hand and acknowledge his few fans. It was rather quick to already have some fans he felt like. It was a nice feeling, but he knew his fans only looked for blood, and had no true connection with him and his unique character. It would be swell having a close and true bond with somebody.

Sponsor: "Your opponent is a measly and elderly man, but with much experience fighting lower tiered gladiators. Put on a good show. You will be up in a moment."

Said the man who had hired him just a few weeks ago now. He was a bit more impressed with the new gladiator of the Coliseum. It was not plenty that made it past their first duel. It was a rough arena that many perished from, but some prevailed. With his quite low class clothes he were to walk into the arena again, donning nothing but his black lipstick and a single gladius. Roars from the crowd were to set the tone. It looked like his opponent was perhaps one of the favorites here. Who was this old geezer? Angelus sucked in his teeth. Would this be a bit harder than anticipated? Did he bite off more than he can chew? It was yet to be seen. Angelus were to rise his gladius up and stare at the man coldly before the match began and blades exchanged.