*PAH!*
The sound of wooden swords clashing caused the group of slaves to turn around, only to see the trainer point his now empty right arm to the side of his target. By his neck, was the point of Daniel's wooden sword.
As experienced as Lusius was, he instantly retracted his head backwards, but in doing so, he felt the edge of Daniel's wooden sword grind against his carotid. This brought him to the shocking conclusion that, had the sword Daniel was holding been a real one, he would have already been laying over a pool of his own blood.
Around them, the few dozens of slaves looked on in shock. They had spent the past few weeks training with this man, and his prowess was not only legendary to them, but to anyone who had heard of his name. Who was Lusius, if not a former champion among gladiators, who had won close to a hundred fights, and had refused freedom many times before?
