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- Well Rinklos of the Ducks had broken his sword hand, right, nasty
- boxer's fracture right across the little finger, so he could hold a
- shield but couldn't swing a sword. And it's all looking a bit tits-up
- to be honest, the Cruentes are already down a couple and if their
- warleader can't fight... till someone has the bright idea that if all
- he needs is a sword hand, why not stick the slave in? So having
- already got kicked in by a minotaur earlier in the annual, I'm bundled
- into someone's spare armour and they shove this
- philosophical-alchemical fuck-knows-what down my throat so I can hold
- a sword properly without jabbing myself in the foot. Lovely. Fucking
- brilliant. Just what I always wanted, a glorious death on the sands a
- million fucking miles from Ostia, I don't think so. I want to die old
- and fat in bed surrounded by hundreds of ungrateful grandchildren
- loudly plotting to poison each other for my massive inheritance.
- Next thing I know I'm on Rinklos' right with an arm round his
- shoulders and he's moving the shield, I'm hacking away with the sword
- and get a decent few jabs, have some of that! We're in the reserve,
- only well it's not much of a reserve because there are quite frankly
- hundreds of the trapezunts, scuse my language dominus, and it's not
- ten seconds before they've dogpiled one of the big auxiliaries -
- actually "dogpile" is a good word, I was thinking the other day, those
- Carthagos remind me of nothing quite so much as those little
- sandwich-sized dogs you get, you know the ones, "yip yip" *STAMP* -
- anyway, he's down so there's a dirty great gap in the wall so next
- thing you know we're in it, quick as you like, off we go, hack stab
- hack stab Roma Victrix!
- Then someone manages to push a spear through a gap and jab me in the
- ribs, bastard, only the fucking spear's enchanted or something because
- in addition to pissing blood out between the plates of the segmentata
- I'm being thrown backwards, nothing I can do, trying to get back to
- Rinklos but I'm being hurled away towards the arena edge. And I'm just
- turning around so I can see where I'm fucking going rather than just
- leaping back, I'm worried about fouling one of our archers and Craigus
- has a lot of fucking momentum in that lorica of his at the speed he
- flies around at the back, not particularly interested in ending my
- illustrious career being trampled to death by the golden boy of the
- Republic's archers in his Mithras-blessed boots, when this panormous
- Carthaginian fucker with blood and shit all over his face, greasy
- hair, big black shield with two white dolphins, he leaps up and comes
- down sword-first into my face, I try to parry but he's too fucking
- fast, lays me right open and the next thing I know I'm up against the
- arena wall trying to get some air in and seeing stars and there's an
- awful lot of fucking blood all over this nice borrowed armour of mine.
- Fucking headwounds.
- So I stay there until it's all over - not much choice really on
- account of how my legs are currently committing gross fucking
- insubordination every time I tell them to move - and it really is all
- over, they've filled us the fuck in so there's Palma, sorry Neptune,
- we threw everything we had at it but that wasn't good enough, hope you
- like fishmen boss! And up come the physicians, Cato first, I tell him
- to trapezunt off and see to the Tribunes priority like, but I'm not
- sure he hears me. I think it's going to be all right for a minute, I'm
- swearing away, calling him seven kinds of cunt as he gets in with
- those butcher's fingers of his, cutting the armour open, not the first
- fucking time I've had a doctor wrists-deep in my guts this weekend and
- I try and grin and bear it but fuck me it hurts, only then he stops
- telling me I'm going to be okay like they always do and makes that
- noise with his teeth, you know the one builders make, "Ooh Dominus, I
- dunno, twenty foot of marble cladding? You seen the price of Aventine
- marble this winter? It'll cost yer" and I'm asking him what the fuck's
- happening only I can't say much because I'm not really breathing much
- any more, trying to suck air in but nothing's happening and I can
- taste blood in my throat, lots of blood and swearing, and it's all
- going a bit fucking dark and I can hear someone calling my name but
- the last thing I'm thinking is <i>you keep that cunting pomegranate
- away from me</i>
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