Broly was about to continue when a brown robe slid a plate of horrendous mixtures under the gate/cage. He slid another and then walked off.
Vlad: That's sludge…. That's what us gladiators eat. We call it sludge because it isn't just one type of food. They throw in all types of foods and then mush them all together until it's one indiscernible pile of slop.
I was honestly a bit intrigued by Vlad's usage of words. "Do the other gladiators speak as well as you and use such vocabulary?"
Vlad raised his eyebrows. "I had a mentor. Once you gain enough fame in the Gladiatorial Games….. you gain a name. My mentor was Rank 3 in the Gladiator Pits….. They called him the Moon Splitter…. I saw it with my own eyes…. Me and a few of his other disciples….. saw that man.... Split the moon in half with one downwards slash. To reach that amount of power…. I wonder what it took from him. I don't think I ever will."
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Broly: What's that?
Vlad stood up. "You see… it's time for another fight. That's what that treacherous bell signifies. Come watch. I'll be sure to put on a performance for you."
I stood up and followed Vlad down the dark candle lit tunnel. We were bombarded with the glorious warmth of light. The air was dry and so was the climate. It was akin to a roman coliseum. However, the coliseums had nothing on this.
It was a true spectacle. Vlad turned to me again. His unmarked back stood out. I could see his opponent. Filled to the brim with wounds… not even his back was an exception. Somehow…. Vlad's was.
Vlad: Kid…. Go and take a seat. There's a guard at the end of every row so don't try and funny business. They may not seem as physically capable as some of us gladiators but they aren't people ordinary folk like us can handle. I know that from first hand experience.
Broly scurried to the first row and sat patiently.
I realized I had to use this opportunity to learn how to fight…. I couldn't be killed just yet. My younger brother Calder would have no one to take care of him…. My mother would also grow old... I needed to find a way back to them.
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The crowd started chanting slowly and the speed slowly started to pick up and increase.
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A voice shuddered from a goat skin horn. "ENOUGH! I, VARAGON THE SECOND. SON OF THE ORIGINATOR OF THE GLADIATORIAL GAMES… WILL COMMENCE THE NEXT MATCHES. FIRST WE WILL COMMEMORATE THE FALLEN GLADIATORS AND WE WILL ALSO GIVE OUR BLESSINGS TO MY FATHER…. VARAGON THE FIRST. FOR IF IT WASN'T FOR HIM…. WE WOULDN'T HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO CREATE AND BRING THE GLADIATORIAL GAMES TO WHAT IT IS. I HAVE REVOLUTIONIZED THE SPORT. I THANK YOU ALL.