Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 23:37:09 GMT -5
Janus sat in the stands of the Colosseum as the match started, high in the stands where few people were. It was an off day. Not many in the crowds, but enough. Perfect timing. The fighters came into the arena and Janus, both faces showing, all four eyes gleaming in delight, both mouths in a wicked smile, leaned forward. The announcer’s voice came over the stands. Cheers erupted. Let the fight begin.
There were roughly a dozen fighters out there. They were mimicking typical gladiator style. They wore fearsome metal masks, some straight up mask, others to look like predator animals. Maces, spiked clubs, spears, and more than a few swords. Janus wondered how these kids would hold up against the old gladiator fights. They looked pretty good here, but try them against starved lions.
He reached a hand out and a faint purple light lit up his fingers as he tweaked the mind of one of the fighters. They’d been in a moment of indecision, so it was easy. Which opponent to go for? Janus gave them the necessary push. Challenge the smaller one. Test and see if they really had what it took to be here. Janus had heard enough of the announcements to know that little one was a newbie. The one he pushed attacked the rookie mercilessly. He touched another mind and – oh, how exciting, this one had fire powers, bless his or her little Vulcan soul – and the armor of their poor opponent was superheated so that you could hear the screams from all the way up here. Trapped in a furnace of metal.
Not good enough. Never good enough. He looked around, this time not at the fighters, but at the crowd. They were going nuts. He tapped his right chin. His smirks grew. Time to step them up a notch. He closed his eyes and expanded his range. The roar of the crowd became deafening. However, it wasn’t cheering; it was maniacal, furious, and bloodthirsty. He opened his eyes to see every gladiator on the floor who wasn’t too injured already – and even those ones to a degree – turn to look around them just as the roughly two hundred people in the crowd rushed the floor. It was a twelve-foot drop between the lowest seats and the floor, but like that stopped them. These were Romans. They had handled worse. In accordance with New Rome law, no one in the crowd had a weapon. But Romans didn’t need weapons. Their fists, feet, even heads were weapons. And the gladiators were dreadfully outmatched.
And Janus smiled.
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