Lucius was transported to the colosseum in a slave cart as always, standing tall for the people of Rome to see him. They follow his cart to the colosseum, some cheering others booing as they supported the other gladiators who would be in the match, one who Lucius caught an eye of.
The man was a giant, a man of the Etruscan League who stood at 7'2 from the looks, a man bred for fighting in the Pits. Not only was he a giant but his muscles were the size of a teenager's head, Lucius could only imagine what kind of weapon this enormous man would wield..
He is let loose in the Staging area, where he is given his armor and weapons. On one side of his hip, a double bladed battle axe, and on his back a massive two handed sword crafted from Briton on the fronts. He is given a full faced helmet and shoulder plates, but no chestplate which confused him a little bit. "The Vitus family said you wouldn't need armor to win." He is told, which causes his eyes to narrow. A smack to the back of his head brings him back to reality. "Bring honor to the house, boy." The slavemaster growls before pressing his round steel shield into his non dominant hand, which happened to be his right hand.
Lucius walks to the elevator system before putting his helmet on over his head. He is lifted until he can clearly see the colosseum before him, there would be around twenty gladiators in the fight.
The Roman Emperor takes to the stand and calms the crowd. "Today.. Is a day of glory!" He yells in Latin to the crowd, who enthusiastically clap to show their support for the man. "We have amassed many brave gladiators.. Today is a battle.. To the death! The last man standing will be declared the victor of this match." He calls. The gates are opened at that, Lucius feels a pang of fear come to him, a battle to the death? He would have to be careful.
The Germanic gladiator steps out of his cage, taking his battle axe in his dominant hand and spinning it while his eyes search for an opponent in this free for all. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a Latin gladiator, wearing the Legionnaire helmet, run towards him. Lucius turns and slams the blunt side of his battle axe against the man's helmet, forcing him to the ground. His dominant hand slashes down, a spray of dark red blood coats Lucius' well toned chest as he splits the man's spine.
Lucius reaches up and rips off his helmet, leaving it on the sand so that he can breathe better. He hears a cry erupt from behind him, forcing him to duck as a double edged spear head nearly beheads him. Lucius blindly slashes, another spray of blood blinding him as he cuts into the femoral artery of his assailant. He drops his axe to wipe his eyes before grabbing it again, lifting the fatally wounded man by his hair to present him to the audience, which erupts with cheers for blood.
Lucius drops the man before dropping his axe to the side, smashing his hand into the man's throat and clenching down until he feels his fingers coated in the man's warm blood. He tears out the section of throat he had grabbed, the audience exploded with approval. He spits on the man's corpse before picking up his axe again.
Another gladiator approaches.. The enormous Etruscan man who drops his weapon in front of Lucius, speaking to him in German. "We can defeat these weaklings together." Which causes Lucius to nod his head. He eyes the massive sledgehammer the giant had dropped. They stand side by side now, the rest of the gladiators, around eight stop fighting to see the duo.. An unspoken agreement arises to team up against the two seemingly unstoppable warriors.
They are quickly encircled, the two men go back to back with their weapons, Lucius ditches his shield and axe for his two handed sword, knowing he would need a powerful blade for this. Each man that approaches the two is cut down swiftly, they were no match for the two gladiators.
Lucius steps away from the Etruscan man, nodding to him, they both look up at the Ruler, hoping he would have mercy and not force them to kill each other. The crowd is silent as they await the decision. The man stands and holds out his fist, his thumb is horizontal.. And then vertical.. In the downwards position.
"I'm sorry." Lucius says to the man, who nods and turns to him, wielding his sledge hammer.
"An honor to fight by your side, brother.. But I must win." The Etruscan growls.
"Unlikely, friend, I hope you fare well in heaven."
"As to you."
The men begin to circle each other with little to no armor and two handed weapons brandished.