Maximus raised his arms high, jutting out his chest, "You... *dare* disrespect me, Tactician?"
"Not quite," Tycondrius held his chin in thought. "You're a decent enough fellow. It's just that your guild is useless-- I'm sure you know this."
The tall dovahkiin paused, slowly raising an eyebrow... "We gladiators fight under our guild's name."
Tycon nodded in understanding. Solo gladiators did not achieve the same level of fame as organized teams. The practice likely had something to do with the way various organizations invested in them. Gladiatorial guilds were living, breathing, advertisements.
However, to anyone with basic gladiator knowledge... there was no Noctis Umbra. There was only Maximus.
"Tss... Technically correct," Tycon scoffed, pacing around him dramatically. "But that is not where your loyalties lie. Isn't that right... Lord
