As his spear plunged into the tough flesh of his opponent's thigh, using his own momentum against him to drive it fully into his body, Brennus grinned ferociously. He knew a debilitating wound when he saw one, but he wasn't above some show-boating. He drew his longsword with a flourish, dropping the sheath to the sands and raised one arm to the crowd as the Spartan collapsed onto one knee. The crowd roared as he struck a slashing blow, blocked desperately by the Spartan. He circled his downed foe, striking constantly, blood and flesh cleaved by the Celtic Longsword as the Iceni warrior wielded it in both hands. Finally the Spartan raised his hand in surrender, falling to the sand. Septimus met the Iceni's eye from the crowd and the Briton knew what he had to do. He raised his sword high, the crowd bellowing in its blood lust, some booing at what seemed to be the execution of an exciting fighter who could still probably recover. Brennus reversed his grip and plunged down, halting at his foe's neck, the skin pulsing as even the fearless Spartan swallowed nervously. 

The crowd roared, mostly in satisfaction as the Spartan was spared, but with the odd yell of displeasure at seeing the spectacle end without the appropriate bloodshed. Such was the nature of Gladiatorial combat however, and another contest of will and strength had ended as such.

Brennus turned and left the Colosseum, leaving the task of retrieving the Spartan and the weapons to someone else, he had earned his rest.

[b]- End Round 1 -[/b]