Day 1
Emperor Milo Cordus took seat beside his beautiful wife and Editor Titus. “You’re quite jovial today, Milo.”
“Ah, my friend,” Emperor Cordus let out a light chuckle, “a trip to the Maxim Drinkus before a munus provides hours of happiness.”
The Editor smiled. “Well, I think I’ve put together quite the Imperial Spectacula . We’ll start today with a number of single combats, one-on-one. Day two will be the venatio. Day three will include my favorite, the free-for-all.”
Cordus nodded as he took a sip of his wine. “Well, go on now. Do your thing.”
Grinning, Titus turned to the crowd of thousands inhabiting the Colosseum. With a deep, booming voice, he announced, “Let the games begin!”
As the twin gates on opposite sides of the arena creaked open, Zoo and Farcecus watched from the lanista balcony. Farcecus was the first to speak. “Fecus may be strong, but my Tyranus has a few tricks up his sleeve. Watch, but don’t say anything to Donkus!” Zoo rolled his eyes but stayed silent. After all, Donkus sat with his slaves in the pit.
Tyranus stepped out of his gate first, black and red shield (Farcecus’ ludi colors) held high in a greeting to the crowd. And the crowd responded with a great cheer. This was customary of the gladiators, to present themselves before the battle. Suddenly, a samnite sprinted out the opposite gate, green rags flapping between gaps in his armor. Zoo could smell the gladiator from the balcony. “Fecus…”
Tyranus glanced down from the crowd because of the stench seeping through his helm. ‘Did I just fartus?’ Through the tiny slits of his helmet, he saw a bundle of armor and rags racing towards him, then a gleaming sword swinging right for his-
SPLAT!
Blood splashed onto the wall as Fecus vivisected Tyranus’ jugular in one clean swipe.
“WHAT?!?” Farcecus cried, shooting up from his seat, “Th-that’s cheating! He didn’t even present himself!”
Fecus the stinky samnite raised his bloody sword as the crowd roared! Fecus looked towards the editor for final conformation, only to find Titus giving him the thumbs up. Tyranus was meant to live- at least, for the few moments that he still had blood in his body. Emperor Cordus was known to be merciful.
Zoo could only laugh. “Some tricks Tyranus had!” he barely managed to let out between chortles.
Farcecus muttered under his breath and sat back down. “You’ll get yours…” he whispered to the chuckling Zoo. “You’ll see…”
More coming from Day 1!