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.