Tiberius Intro

.. The crowd echoed thunderous roars through the arena, chanting names of gladiatorial fighters that may come to entertain. From the southern gate came a rattling as hands gripped an iron gate and began to shake.

Arms bulging as it ripped upwards, the gate hurling itself open. Stepping from the entrance was Tiberius. His figure rode into sight, body was measured at 6'6" and amassing at 250 pounds of raw power.

Clad in era armor of gladiatorial style the set was as such: Encasing his head was an helmet composed purely of hardened steel, visored in manner and peak ranging from the crown. Visage was not inhibited by use of the protective headgear.

Encircling his right arm was a thick paddening over laid by overlapping plates of steel referred to as a manica. Permitting guard upon the upper arm, and breaching at the elbow, continuing down upon the forearm. Thick strapping secured

the armor in place around the padding, and across the chest to latch upon the opposing shoulder. Thick leather bound along the wrist to prevent over torquing and hyper-extension. Beneath padding was layers of cloth to prevent chafing.

Broad upon his abdomen was a thick leather belt, over played by plates of decorative steel, stampped with picture of lions fighting male. Ranging from the belt was an hanging piece of leather to cover and prevent groin attacks. Cloth wrapping along the upper legs.

er legs. Upon the lower left leg was a steel greave, ornate in fashion but just as effective in defensive means. Ranging upwards along the shin and caping over the knee in a dome. Strapped along with the leather binds, and padding layered beneath.

The body of the male that was exposed was that of peak physical conditioning, muscles rippled along the surface and bulged with each movement. Toned and defined; as well as large. Veins ran like cords beneath the flesh, and stretched down the arms.

His skin was a light brown/deep tan; denoting roman/greek origins. Hair beneath the helmet that was upon head was brown and shapped in ragged locks that hung down his ears and draped along the nape of his neck.

Dexterity and endurance in fighting situations was heightened from years training in pits of blood thirst and absolute violence. Reflexes in fashion were accelerated by means of speed conditioning.

The males srength was almost abnormal, legs the size of tree trunks and biceps as thick as cannon barrels. His knowledge of battlefield tactics was limited to the arena; however that alone was enough to strike down every foe he'd come across.

Weaponry chosen in this scenario, dealing with an assumed skillful foe was as such; in his right hand was a blade known as a Falcata. A blade composed of steel plates buried for years to corrode weakened composites. It was twenty-eight inches in length.

The blade itself was composed of the Laminae from the steel to construct a blade without shattering points. The steel of the blade was Damascus Steel, a very appealing steel; however just as effective in means of strength and durability.

Withheld in his left hand was a shield known as a parmula, a standard round shield. Composed of a thicker and far more durable steel, able to withstand blows from even maces and remain intact. Withheld from the rear side by his hand and forearm.

The utterance of grunts followed by speech pronounced through a deep and heavy tone, " I have come to spill blood! Thy foes prepare for the decimation you are about the face! I am Tiberius! Today is the day you fall! " His head lowered once the words had

escaped his lips. A slight muffling and echo had encompased the verbal notion brought through the metallic helmet. He felt his heart pounding as he took a single step forth, followed by a few more to take part in the centre of the arena.

Clouds of dust and debris swirled upwards from every foot movement as he approached the point of origin. Awaiting, hearing the sounds of rattling metal from bags of change in the stands. He raised his arms and let out a gutteral yell.

His arms lowered and he began to loosen the tension confined in his muscles. Shaking his arms and bounding upwards in small hops upon his feet to prepare his body for battle. The blood began to flow... Tiberius was ready.. -d

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