The Forgotten Legion

'What are you saying?'

'Even in the midst of all this,' said Bre

The young fighter pondered what Bre

Thoughts of Spartacus came to Romulus, lighting a spark of hope. The gladiator who had shaken Rome to its core. He smiled. Even on the bloody sand of the arena, it was possible to choose one 's destiny. There were reasons to live.

Romulus began to roll both shoulders as Cotta had taught, pretending he was warming up for a training session.

'That's the attitude!' said Bre

'The bastards won't kill me without a fight.'

'I'm glad to hear it.'

Together the two friends stretched their muscles, readying themselves for the slaughter.

Chapter XVI: Victory

Early afternoon had passed and the bloody sand had been raked, a clean layer scattered on top. After the distraction of beast hunts, there was an interval before the main attraction. Mobile vendors selling wine, meat and bread clambered between rows of seats, doing a brisk trade with the hungry citizens. Much of the audience had been replaced with those drawn by the prospect of a large group combat. Only the most bloodthirsty remained to watch the entire day's entertainment.

Underneath the stands, the cells opposite the Magnus fighters still lay empty.

'Where are they?' growled a murmillo.

Hours had passed. It could not be long until the fight began.

'Scare tactics. The Dacicus lanista will send his boys directly into the arena,' said another.

'So there 's no chance to size them up beforehand,' added a retiarius.

Whispers of unease rippled through the gladiators.

'Who gives a shit?' Bre

The fighters looked up, curious. None was used to having a leader.

The Gaul smiled grimly. 'Many of us will die today.' Instantly he had everyone's attention. 'But it doesn't have to be that way.'

'What's your fucking point?' snarled Figulus, moving forward with his friends. A space spontaneously appeared between Bre

Romulus tensed, ready to react if they attacked. It was pleasing to see the four scissores react in the same way. He and the Gaul were not totally alone.

'We are far better than the Dacicus lot,' cried Bre

Many men growled acknowledgement. There was fierce rivalry between the different schools.

'If we hit them hard and fast, we can finish this before it's even started.'

Hope appeared in the anxious faces.

'Follow me and fight together! I want the retiarii to the front and sides. Everyone else in the centre. We 'll take the bastards out with a full frontal attack.' Bre

There was a short silence as the gladiators muttered to each other, taking his words in. A few nodded, shouting the infectious refrain. More gradually began to join in and finally the cell echoed to roars of 'LU-DUS MAG-NUS! LU-DUS MAG-NUS!'

Satisfied, the Gaul stepped back. Figulus scowled at those nearby, but the moment to respond had been lost. The men would follow Bre

Sextus nodded with approval. 'Raised our spirits and, with luck, divided our enemies at the same time.'

'I led warriors into battle long before I was a gladiator.'

'And I pray you lead them again.' The scissores pointed at the entrance. 'Still no sign of them. That murmillo was right – we'll be going into the arena blind.'

'And soon too.'

'May the gods be with us.'

'And may they guide your axe!' Bre

To Romulus' delight, the gladiators responded immediately, forming up in groups.

The Gaul gri

'Where do you want my boys?'

'Doing what you do best, Sextus! Pick 'em off around the edges!'

The scissores bared his lips at Bre

At that moment, a group of guards clattered down the corridor, spears in hand.

The hoarding between the rows of cages had an exit to the outside cut into it. Some men lifted a heavy locking bar and placed it on the ground, removing planks to open a gap wide enough for two fighters to stand abreast. The remainder closed off the passage to the street.

The slave who had earlier been insolent to Memor opened the padlock with a long key, pulling wide the gate. 'Time to die!' he said, smirking.

A number of fighters lunged at him through the bars with knives and swords. He jumped back in fear. 'Get out there! Don't make us get the archers.'

'Watch your mouth, you son of a whore,' growled Sextus. 'We 'll go in our own time.'

Romulus was baffled and angered that a fellow slave should want other slaves to die. If they could only unify and fight together, the foundations of the Republic would crumble beneath the weight of their numbers. Think like Spartacus, he thought. All men should be free.

The guard gestured outside again, but had the wisdom not to speak. These fighters were dangerous, even when behind locked gates. Trumpets blared expectantly and the crowd cheered, eager for the spectacle to begin.

Bre

Romulus swallowed, squaring both shoulders.

Followed by their companions, the pair trotted into bright afternoon sunlight. The gladiators quickly fa

Many in the audience were studying them, judging their fighting ability. Comments and insults filled the air and bookmakers ran up and down the steps, offering wildly varying odds. Bags of sestertii changed hands as huge bets were laid by eager nobles.

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Romulus held his breath as fifty men emerged from an opening on the opposite side of the arena. Most were similar in appearance to the Magnus gladiators, but there were some he did not recognise.

'See the dimachaeri?' Bre

'They have no shields,' said Romulus with amazement.

'Crazy easterners from Dacia. What do you expect?'

'And the ones with lassos?'

'Laquearii. They fight in pairs with murmillones or Thracians. Rope an enemy so the other can kill him.'

'Dangerous?'

'Some are as good as Gallus is with a net.'

Romulus blew out his cheeks. This is going to be interesting, he thought. Remember the basics.

Beside him, Bre

When the Dacicus fighters had formed up opposite, the trumpets blew a last fanfare and fell silent. Nobody spoke as the heavily armed groups faced each other.

Death was in the air.

'People of Rome!' A short, fat man in a white toga addressed the crowd from the boxed area reserved for nobles. 'Before us today are one hundred of the finest gladiators in the city!'