Alara put a hand over his fist, "I was trained in laamba and african wrestling with your help I think we could take him" A wicked grin came over his face as he plotted to get revenge for his loss in the battle field it never truly happened but he knew it would.

Azula smiles as two men help her into her armor, she didn't mind how touchy they were and instead focused on the prize. Today she would win her twentieth battle, coming out hardly scathed with the blood of her enemy scattered about her weaponry. It was a sight of gore but inside, it was a sight of absolute glory. As they finished strapping on her armor and various weaponry they went on to feed Ma'at, her pet Komodo.

With a small smirk she stepped forward, they opened the doors and she was now looking at the arena. As she walked in she heard many a boos and cheers for her. It all made her more, anxious, excited. Most of these men and women had come for him to healing, it was sad to see them like this, but it didn't matter in the fight. She took her battle axe from her back and waited patiently for her contender. As soon as the doors opened, she would be ready.

Out came a man, he was lithe, but at the same time very muscular. He was handsome and seemed experienced in battle, it appeared he was of Spartan decent, Azula could tell by his weapons and the look of him. This was going to be a tough fight, now she would try to find his weakness during his boast.

He let out a roar of fury and blood-lust, though it scared the crowd Azula was untouched by it. He was all talk, at least that was what it seemed. The man didn't waste his time though, instead he simply charged her, his spear aimed straight at her heart.

Azula set a face of stone and dropped her battle axe, she took a throwing stick from her waist, tossing it at his neck with good aim. His helmet limited his visibility and he was going to fast to avoid it, the stick hit his neck and he stumbled slightly. She used this time to take her her axe from the ground and move around him, now she was facing his back, dropping her axe once more she took her dagger and charged him.

He was too quick, turning around with the agility of a small man, not the hulk he was. Blocking her tiny dagger with his spear he knocked her aside with the wood and she ended up on the ground. The once silence crowd now gasped and waited for her to be finished, the hulk walked over to her and put his spear to her chest where he would essentially just ram it in after some adjustments...but Azula was not that weak.

AS he raised his spear she picked herself up and stabbed at his leg, her dagger went deep. He cried out and took a swing at her with watery eyes but she was already gone, this battle wasn't over yet. She then found that he wasn't one to stand down either. He tore the serrated dagger from his leg with nothing more then a cry and a wince before going to tackle her.

Azula's eyes widened but she jumped away, he was now on the ground and she was taking her khopesh out of its sheath. He was already getting back up, his eyes were steady and calm though Azula's were slightly frantic. He changed his tactics and this time slowly advanced, his shield now out. It surprised Azula and she soon got hit by it, ending up on the ground, something was broken.

He walked towards her and this time wasted absolutely no time in trying to kill her, but he was slightly soft. Not wanting to do this it seemed, instead he lifted her up in a concealed way and gave her a small nod. Azula knew what was happening but not what to do. She kicked him back and they made a small show of it. Azula felt horrible but she now thought of what he had possibly gone through. Taking her khopesh she weakly brought it down on his throat, ending him, he had a small sad smile on his face at the time and though the crowd cheered her on she fell to the ground and started to sway with his dead body, in the hopes of waking him, crying and mumbling something.

"I think i can sneak into his house and get the box" Urbi said, knowing Alara would cause a huge problem

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"I think i can sneak into his house and get the box" Urbi said, knowing Alara would cause a huge problem

Alara sighed as Urbi denied his idea, he never got to use his wrestling even in the gladiator battles, he would be afraid of being rusty if it weren't for the test his boss did on him, throwing bags at him a forcing him to throw them. "fine will do your thing

Shiv said
"Seeing a fellow Greek warrior free is worth every penny. I would not make such an offer if I wasnt prepared to back it up. Once I free you, you can do as you wish again. Head back home live at my villa and do as i do earning money with your tallents. The world will be yours once more"

"You are much too kind. Though I appreciate the offer, I must also think of all the others who are trapped here as well. I fight for the revolution, I win each battle to prove the will of the gladiators cannot be broken. I want the romans and their cruel sports to fall so no one will ever have to be forced to kill another like I have had to." She said, her voice strong and passionate as she spoke.

"I respect your dedication, and I won't push the matter. If your mind should ever change and I still live, come find me to receive your freedom." his face was sad as he thought about things. she was not only a mighty warrior, but she had such dedication to a cause. All Marcus had where his Gods and the Arena...without them he was nothing but a husk who just moved through life lacking true purpose. He tried to feel like his life had meaning by taking on more men to help the empress, but in the end he still felt hollow.

Azula was at home, practically alone in bed. She was petting Ma'at and smiling slightly. This was the first part of her victory. Next she would go and hang out in a bar or something, It was going to be awesome.

The Empress stayed in the room
Urbi walked to the garden and stood under a tree thinking

Alara paised around the tree thinking about how to beat up the old greek, he had heard briefly of pankration it was a lot like his laamba but more brutal. Still a matter of skill would be at test and only being able to go to Africa would cost a great deal of money and maybe even a few life's. They didn't have time anyway. Making there way through the sea with a crew could be fatal if any of them were after the empress. Alara put a hand to his head as a migraine hit. Thinking so hard hurt. Maybe if he were a greek he would be better at think up plans for other people, he was trying his best but his best wasn't all to good. "say where are we ganna hid the empress? Does she have a villa at all?"

"i don't know...i just don't know...huh...lets just...find a place outside the city so she can hide there, nothing that calls the attention"
Urbi looked up at the fruits hanging from the brenches. She then handed Alara some coins "lets do tht, you take her somewhere safe and i'll try to find that box" Urbi walked away

Alara looked down at the money now in his hands, He could easily have run off with and no one would be able to do anything about it,in fact from what the romans had done to him he he should have in revenge. But Alara was better than that, leaving a woman helpless wasn't the first thing that came to mind when he thought a good person,he wasn't ready to run back to kush without being able to tell of how well of a person he was.This being said Alara quickly went to the empress and grabbed her arm to carry her with him, only to be swatted away. Remembering his manners the kushite apologized and asked her to come with her, promising to keep her as safe as possible and after being looked over she begrudgingly accepted. Running towards the port, alara had come to cope with the Idea of a ship with a possible assisin. He planned to bring her to the farthest boundaries of Mesopotamia before returning to explain to the Egyptian what he had done,hoping that the floods do not take her of course, it was still the best he could come up with. The cloaked men however did not agree. As soon as the empress was seen running to the port, they stopped any ships from bringing them.

Kynigos was walking when she say the empress running with a man she had seen in the arena before. She followed quickly and silently her two blades were on her back like they normally were when she wasn't fighting. She was always tentative since she was for a revolution. She wanted to go back home to Greece and see if her family was alive but she just had to deal until she could gather a group of people to start a revolution.

Gunnar sat in one of the rows of the coliseum alongside the civilians who had come to enjoy the latest match. It was the nord's day off both as a guard, and a gladiator, so naturally he decided to spend the day watching the battles, though, sadly the current battle was rather lack luster. "COME NOW, SPILL THE BEAST'S ENTRAILS! VARNISH THE DIRT WITH HIS BRAINS AND BLOOD!!! WHY DO YOU HESITATE!? IT WILL NOT EXTEND YOU THE SAME COURTESY!" Gunnar snarled, his heavy accent and booming voice ringing above the crowd at the two combatants; one being a greek man who appeared to be in his late twenties, and the other being a fully grown male african lion. Gunnar threw his hands up and hawed in disgust as the lion dashed the man into the dirt and ripped out his throat. "It's as though every new gladiator is nothing more than fodder for the beasts these days, eh Geir?" Gunnar said before reaching out and patting his pet on the side, eliciting a displeasured grunt from the boar as it was forced to turn its attention away from the small sack of truffles that served as its treat. As the lion and corpse were removed from the ring, Gunnar began to toy with the thought of entering himself despite it being his off day, after all, it could very well be the day were he might finally meet someone who could send him to Valhalla.

"Thank you, Marcus." Alcie said as she took his hand into hers. "If you ever feel like helping a cause, don't be afraid to approach me. we need more people who can fight to take on these roman brutes." Oh how close she could have been to freedom! She knew it would not be fair though, that should live a life full of regret if she did not accomplish what she set out to do.

Kynigos decided to stop following them and went back to the arena. She sat down hear Gunner her short blonde hair covering her side of her face that was closest to him.

Gunnar shifted his massive bulk slightly as he felt someone sit down in the seat next to him, eliciting another grunt from Geir, though the boar quickly resumed its meal without any further complaint. The barbarian rose from his seat and bellowed loudly as two new warriors entered the arena, one a samnite wielding a triton like weapon and a net, and the other a thracian wielding a gladius and shield , "MAKE YOUR ANCESTORS PROUD! DIE WITH HONOR AND BE MET WITH GLORY IN VALHALLA!!!" Gunnar roared before sitting back down to enjoy the show.

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Gunnar shifted his massive bulk slightly as he felt someone sit down in the seat next to him, eliciting another grunt from Geir, though the boar quickly resumed its meal without any further complaint. The barbarian rose from his seat and bellowed loudly as two new warriors entered the arena, one a samnite wielding a triton like weapon and a net, and the other a thracian wielding a gladius and shield , "MAKE YOUR ANCESTORS PROUD! DIE WITH HONOR AND BE MET WITH GLORY IN VALHALLA!!!" Gunnar roared before sitting back down to enjoy the show.

Kynigos kept her eyes focused on the battle. "For the love of Ares that triton and net won't do much damage." She said shifting forwards so she could watch better. Her two twin blades shifted a little on her back

Nehelenia said
"Thank you, Marcus." Alcie said as she took his hand into hers. "If you ever feel like helping a cause, don't be afraid to approach me. we need more people who can fight to take on these roman brutes." Oh how close she could have been to freedom! She knew it would not be fair though, that should live a life full of regret if she did not accomplish what she set out to do.

"My home is welcome to any who would be free, and I will do my best to aid those in need who are whiling to stand up against their oppressors. You can always count me as an ally."

Gunnar let out a hearty chuckle at Kynigos' words, "You'd be surprised what such tools can do woman, just watch.". As the gladiators encricled one another, the thracian lunged out with his sword, only to be forced back by the samnite who thrusted his weapon at the thracian. The thracian blocked with his shield, but was too naive to jump back as the samnite reared back the net and lashed out at the thracian's legs. Gunnar looked on with a smile as the net became tangled around the warrior's legs, sending him to the ground, "And now you'll see why that triton is much better than a short sword like a gladius.", the samnite circled around the thracian like a shark, making mock lunges with his weapon, forcing the thracian to choose between trying to free his legs, or lashing out with his much shorter weapon to defend himself. The samnite backed off, prompting the thracian to raise his weapon to cut free his legs, however he would never get the chance as the samnite slid his hand back on the pole of the weapon and thrust it into the thracian's back, puncturing lungs, tearing flesh,and smashing bones as its prongs punched through the man's torso. "You see now? Unless the thracian could get close to the samnite, his shorter ranged weapon would be useless, the samnite's goal meanwhile is to ensure that his opponent cannot reach that zone where his longer weapon would be useless, so the triton and net make an excellent combination to force back and ensnare his opponent before they can get in close." Gunnar explained to Kynigos before rising from his seat, "YOU FOUGHT WELL GLADIATORS! I SHALL DRINK IN HONOR OF THE FALLEN, MAY HIS JOURNEY TO VALHALLA BE SWIFT!" he shouted alongside the bloody cheers of the crowd.

"May his soul make the journey to Hades safely." Kynigos said clapping her hands. "Still no one has been able to beat my twin swords." She said patting the top handle of one of her precious swords.