The crowd roared to life as the five gladiators charged marcus who stood his ground waiting and listening for their first move. Many mistook this strategy for fearlessness or overconfidence, but it was a necessity especially when he had many opponents. The man with the spear threw his short spear once the where in range , marcus easily stepped aside as it dug into the ground near him. This battle needed to be special he remembered "Time to draw some attention" he thought to himself as he dug his blades into the ground and picked up the spear, they where now within 10 feet and spreading out to come at him from all sides as they moved marcus listened to determine which weapon was where because throwing the spear at the shield would be a wasted effort. It was time to make a choice he spun and threw the spear at the target to his rear the reward was the familiar sounds of gurgling when you struck an opponent in the throat. The orator boomed "The mighty Gaul has fallen!!" The noise distracted marcus so he didnt notice the man charge from his rear with the club. The impact slammed him in the ribs breaking at least 3, it was the first time since he came back that he had been hit. Now filled with confidence the club man charged again club held high from the left the trident charged as well not to be outdone. The other two hid behind the shield in a slow advance. Marcus breath was shallow to keep the pain down just as the trident was going to strike his other side he grabbed the shaft and redirected it into the club wielders chest with a satisfying sound of his life ending. before the trident user could shake off his shock at killing his ally Marcus moved in quick grabbing his throat and tearing in with his fingers leaving the man roll on the ground gurgling and trying to stop the blood. now he only had two left, during his dispatching of the last two the spear man had picked up marcus's blades and the shield man walked next to him as they inched forward defensively. two on one would leave marcus dead this day he needed to even the odds somehow. As he took a step back his foot touched something interesting, it was the net the trident man hadnt had a chance to use it would suit his need well enough. As the two approached marcus acted as fast as his ribs would allow, grabbing the net and hurling it at the man with the shield, when he raised his shield to block the net with eas, marcus hauled the trident out of the club man laying in front of him and quickly slammed it into the shield mans groin before the shield came down. marcus was almost done, it hurt to breath his strength was at its limit due to all the quick but heavy physical exertions he fell to one knee as the last man approached ready for the easy kill and all the fame that came with ending the shadow of deaths career. The crowd went silent in anticipation as spear guy moved in behind Marcus to make the final strike all the man could think about was "From this day forward I shall be the famous warrior who bring terror to the arena" He raised the weapons high peeping for the kill....that was the moment marcus had been waiting for, with the last of his strength he brought his elbow back and up hard into the mans groin causing him to lean forward in pain as he did marcus grabbed his head, just before snapping the mans neck he whispered "Well fought" as the man crumpled to the ground Marcus pushed hard to get to his feet taking up his blades once more, and with some of the last bits of strength he had left raised his arm in victory. The crowd Exploded in a mixture of cheers and boo's as Marcus made his way out of the arena to the Medicus for any help he could get. He hoped he had put on enough of a spectacle to help out.