Merlin McWizard said
Nolita appeared to have difficulty getting upright, and her foe came toward her again. It was a feint, and she quickly rolled in between the man's legs, kicking him in the chest as he spun around. Nolita cartwheeled backward as the man staggered, and then she ran straight at him. Her foe tried to right-hook, and she leaped over the punch, her left foot planting itself just above the man's face. As she bounded overtop of him, with her right foot she managed to roundhouse kick the fighter the in back of the head. Nolita landed into a roll behind him, and quickly dashed to retrieve her whip. She was softly panting at this point, but figured her opponent was in worse shape. He'd have a nasty bump on his head from that kick. "Ready to call it quits, honey?"

"f### no" nathan coughed as he spits some flim his eyes hard his clenched his teeth as he pulled at the netting. On his belt he threw it. It tanglad the girl in a mass of rope he walked over to her limping a little he pulled her by the scruff of her neck his cut getting worse he looked her in the eyes before smashing her head into the floor he walked away "i apolgise princess but im done fighting for now." nathan said as he sat down panting because of the heat the girl gave him more trouble then. He first thought

Nolita struggled feebly to free herself from the net. That black-leather bundled bastard had really let loose at the end there. Her forehead was bleeding and she was on the verge of unconsciousness. This situation was eerily familiar to her. Visions came flooding back to her of her tragic capture back in Germania and her rough handling since. Her memories strayed towards a more recent encounter she'd had with a certain wretched man named Kettlebrick. She shuddered at the thought.

The girl was like nothing the arms master had seen his entire career. He had been snickering nearly the entire foray, as she went toe to toe with two of his more seasoned warriors. He wasn't laughing now. "Get that girl untangled and to a medic." The man barked to some servants. He stomped over to where Nathan was sitting. "Congratulations, boy. You defeated a little girl. Barely. Real smooth there at the end too, slamming her head into the ground after she was incapacitated. You deserve a medal." He glanced down at Nathan's wound. "Get that cut cleaned out. I won't have you die of infection and let it be said one of MY men was killed by a new recruit who still wore training bras. Dismissed."

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alara chuckled silently to himself as the entire battle played out. The girl had an obvious attack and anyone with true fighting passion was ready to take her on. The others tried to down play there foes and attempt to look flashy in alara's eyes. To him all that mattered was to win. The girl would need to learn that but not from him. The brute of a man they called gunner wouldn't be a good match up, he was good at realizing his difference of speed but that can only bring him so far. Urubi wasn't much of a fighter in the first place and her tactics wouldn't work of the girl. Alara couldn't fight for crap and the drunk was gone. He knew she;d learn sooner or later but it disgruntled him to think she would learn it the hard way.

Merlin McWizard said
Nolita struggled feebly to free herself from the net. That black-leather bundled bastard had really let loose at the end there. Her forehead was bleeding and she was on the verge of unconsciousness. This situation was eerily familiar to her. Visions came flooding back to her of her tragic capture back in Germania and her rough handling since. Her memories strayed towards a more recent encounter she'd had with a certain wretched man named Kettlebrick. She shuddered at the thought.The girl was like nothing the arms master had seen his entire career. He had been snickering nearly the entire foray, as she went toe to toe with two of his more seasoned warriors. He wasn't laughing now. "Get that girl untangled and to a medic." The man barked to some servants. He stomped over to where Nathan was sitting. "Congratulations, boy. You defeated a little girl. Barely. Real smooth there at the end too, slamming her head into the ground after she was incapacitated. You deserve a medal." He glanced down at Nathan's wound. "Get that cut cleaned out. I won't have you die of infection and let it be said one of MY men was killed by a new recruit who still wore training bras. Dismissed."

"im fine sir" nathan said as bandage covered the wound made by the whip. He made his way over to the girl that had given him such a hard time "i apologise for smashing your head into the floor" nathan said annoyed with himself for taking it to far but the girl had pushed him more then the arena matchs...

Okeano had watched the battles. That little girl had some skill, despite having her head slammed into the ground by Nathan. I should ask her sometime if she needs a new weapon to if she want's to upgrade her current ones. New projects are always fun. Especially when it's stuff I haven't seen before. The black haired girl thought

Kettlebrick, disguised as Gangral, slipped back into the room just as the fight finished up. He scratched his ass and let out a might roar of laughter. He gave Alara a rough clap on the back. "Such fighting I have missed! Is little girl strong match for leather armor man?" He cracked his knuckles, longing to give the loli girl a good fisting into the grave at the next opportunity.

(ew) alara felt a but uneasy around gangral but soon ended up nodding before walking away. He would be returning to the bath houses soon, something he wasn't exactly longing for.

Nolita was having her head bandaged as she saw the boy she had just fought approaching her. She rolled her eyes as he offered his apology. "That's quite all right, sir. I clearly underestimated your considerable angst. You win." She admitted begrudgingly. " Don't worry, though. I've always been a remarkably fast healer. My captors even thought I was a witch because of it. I'm Nolita by the way. I didn't catch your name..." She figured she'd better get to know her fellow gladiators, for what little time they might have together before being mauled to death.

It was then Nolita noticed the other man she had fought had returned. His ass-scratching seemed normal, but something else about him seemed... Off. She wasn't sure what it was, but for some reason it felt like the temperature was dropping. Nolita shivered.

Merlin McWizard said
Nolita was having her head bandaged as she saw the boy she had just fought approaching her. She rolled her eyes as he offered his apology. "That's quite all right, sir. I clearly underestimated your considerable angst. You win." She admitted begrudgingly. " Don't worry, though. I've always been a remarkably fast healer. My captors even thought I was a witch because of it. I'm Nolita by the way. I didn't catch your name..." She figured she'd better get to know her fellow gladiators, for what little time they might have together before being mauled to death.It was then Nolita noticed the other man she had fought had returned. His ass-scratching seemed normal, but something else about him seemed... Off. She wasn't sure what it was, but for some reason it felt like the temperature was dropping. Nolita shivered.

Nathan turned Something felt off about Gangral But it would have to wait He was in no mood to fight (or steal for that matter) He replied to the girl who he had so Unethically beaten the shit out of "My names Nathan And we need to be fighting fit if we are gonna survive in the hellhole the citizens call sport" Nathan Said before Walking slowly over to Okeano he needed some new daggers His lasts ones broke in the Tiger match and Okeano was the only blacksmith he could trust The others sorta knew his secret.... "hey Okeano I have a question to ask" Nathan said before waiting for a reply

"ARMS MASTER, I'VE COME TO INSPECT THE LATEST BATCH OF WARRIORS!" A heavily accented voice boomed as Gunnar arrived on the scene of the training grounds. Much to Gunnar's surprise -and disappointment-, there did not appear to be much going on in the form of training. "Arms master, why are there no slaves taking part in training in preparation for the glorious heat of battle? I had hoped to measure their stock, if it would be fine with you that is." He grunted as he walked up to the arms master and looked down at him. Though Gunnar would never admit it, he occasionally loathed his massive size due to it forcing him to constantly look down. Even the arms master, who was a large and imposing man in his own right, barely came up to Gunnar's collar bone. Rather than speaking in the crass and informal manner that he used with his fellow gladiators and guards, the barbarian's tone was reserved and polite. Gunnar knew well that the combat prowess the arms master held was more than a match for his own and that he was one of the few men capable of outright killing him in combat, securing him amongst the ranks of the very few that Gunnar regarded as his superiors.

1Charak2 said
Nathan turned Something felt off about Gangral But it would have to wait He was in no mood to fight (or steal for that matter) He replied to the girl who he had so Unethically beaten the shit out of "My names Nathan And we need to be fighting fit if we are gonna survive in the hellhole the citizens call sport" Nathan Said before Walking slowly over to Okeano he needed some new daggers His lasts ones broke in the Tiger match and Okeano was the only blacksmith he could trust The others sorta knew his secret.... "hey Okeano I have a question to ask" Nathan said before waiting for a reply

"Prochoriste Nathan." Okeano said looking at Nathan as she lifted her head slightly up so her hair wasn't covering her face as much as normal

"I require some new Combat Knifes" Nathan Said quickly while his eyes were focused on the barbarian Gunner. Nathan had taken on Giants before but it always Came with injury Nathan Shuddered before turning back to Okeano "Ill pay as soon as you deliver" Nathan said before sitting down to examine his cut better....

1Charak2 said
"I require some new Combat Knifes" Nathan Said quickly while his eyes were focused on the barbarian Gunner. Nathan had taken on Giants before but it always Came with injury Nathan Shuddered before turning back to Okeano "Ill pay as soon as you deliver" Nathan said before sitting down to examine his cut better....

"Sure I can make them better and more durable than the last set you had." Okeano said with a small smile. "Also you don't have to pay me. I don't make those at the school who I've known long enough have to pay for new equipment. Plus I fully own the forge I work at now so I don't have to worry about paying anything" She said

With the the training seemingly over for the day, Kettlebrick walked to nearest temple and prayed to patron god. The statue of Priapus dangled before him in all his splendor. Kettlebrick scratched his ass and carefully caressed the deity's nobby bits while praying for guidance. The temple smelled faintly of orange juice. In the gardens outside, the flora turned cold and withered. He smiled.

Kettlebrick returned to the training room and thoroughly examined his fellow gladiators. Nathan, the man with ridiculous leather armor, seemed to contain remarkable angst within him. His determination to always come out on top, no matter how sensibly bankrupt the situation got, was something to watch out for. He interrupted the conversation he was having with Okeano.

"Is Greek girl offer services freely? Then Gangral is require new sword! And perhaps dinner tonight! And maybe the other services, if Greek girl getting the drifting of Gangral." Kettlebrick made seductive eyebrows at Okeano because he knew that she knew that she was getting the drifting of Gangral.

Nolita returned to the yard, already sufficiently healed and hoping to continue associating with her new comrades. There was still a couple hours before the public matches of the day were to begin. She hoped some of the gladiators might still be around to spar with, the ones who had a better grip on themselves than Nathan, at least. She immediately spotted a giant of a man conversing with the arms master. She'd rather not tango with THAT fella. Height-wise Nolita could probably walk in between his legs without her head hitting his bollocks.

That's when she noticed Gangral's ass. He was scratching it, yes, but THERE WAS NO WOUND. She had whipped him there just a few hours ago, leaving a visible mark. This gangral had to be an imposter! A feeling of horror overtook the young girl. She remembered the things that one man had told her. Had threatened her with. Nolita had been sipping on some orange juice she had gotten from the temple (vitamin C is good for cuts), but now she dropped her glass. It shattered on the ground loudly, as everyone in the vicinity turned towards the source. Not-Gangral's eyes locked with hers. With a squeal, Nolita ran from the yard as fast as her slender legs would allow.

The two men who made their way to the yard seemed like an old pair to say the least. The shorter of the two had dark hair with noticeable balding on the temples, his features were handsome and it was difficult to discern his age. He was slightly over the average in height and though he was wearing a simple red tunic and leather sandals he had a certain kind of air of authority. He seemed like both a soldier and a statesman - which was no surprise, after all he was Roman after all and obviously in quite a high rank in the social ladder. Neither of the men wore weapons, but both seemed like men who could beat you within an inch of your life with just their bare hands.

The taller of the two had been a common sight in the arenas all around the provinces. He eyed around the yard with both contempt and amusement in his dark eyes. His hands were clinched to fists as if he was nervous about the whole ordeal. A year ago he had left the arena as a winner, once again he had most politely declined the wooden sword that would give him freedom - it was the second time now.

"So, old boy, are you perhaps going to refuse freedom for a third time?" The shorter of the two - Marcus Falco - inquired with a hint of amusement in his tone. "I doubt these people are going to watch you for long anymore." He jabbed the taller man on the shoulder and grinned.

Cato took the little jab and shook his head. "If it is offered I'm not going to refuse. Twice is enough for an old fool like me." The tall Greek chuckled and stretched his arms. "I admit the year away was a good one, not too many scuffles with ruffians or any such."

Falco spat on the ground and let out a hearty little laugh. "Well now we are back and I think that it's time to show these whippersnappers that the Sword of Mars has not dulled with age, eh?" He made a slightly mocking gesture. "If you aren't feeling too old that is..."

Cato rolled his eyes and shook his head. "The only thing dulling is your sense of self preservation, old boy." His tone was slightly mocking - though in a good natured way. Obviously the two sparred with words quite regularly. "I could still lay you down with one punch." He lifted his right hand quite menacingly and shook it in front of the shorter man.

"With a louzy stance like that? Please, my old mother could tackle you down from this distance." Falco smirked as he lifted his arms up "Eh?"

Okeano raised a black eyebrow. "I only offer free services to people who aren't perverted towards me. So I will not make you a new weapon. Now I am going to leave to finish up some stuff at my forge and then get started on Nathan's daggers." She said as she pushed pass Gangral and left the training grounds. She made her way towards her forge. She had noticed something a little off about Gangral seemed off to her. No one talked to the girl that way. If they wanted her to repair their weapons or make them new ones then they had to respect her.

alara looked over the others before having to start running around the training grounds again. Stamina and speed were his number one priority so running was what maximus had him do for must of his training, he was just glad the man wasn't forcing the weights on him. Maximus acted mean and surly but it was to make sure no one tried anything. The fact he was going easyer on alara, though not much, he was glad he was cut any slack at all after he last battle. Sighing as he noticed okeano being her normal self he realized he would have to plead to her soon in order to get his shield upgraded. Knowing he needed to pick up the pace, alara picked up speed.

Nathan thanked Okeano before going off to the corner To hone his accuracy with constant punchs at the sack that was held up The sack burst and nathan swore and begain to clean up the spillage of sand...