Sands of the Arena

Of more immediate concern, a real threat to my life, was the fact that I no longer had the net. Still wrapped up in it, but out of my reach and … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 58

He was up for the fight too. Head so low behind his shield I could barely see his eyeholes, he came at me. Punch. He tried to hit me with the iron … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 57

An idea came to mind, and I berated myself for the missed chance. If I had stolen Rust Spot’s sword and shield before the libitinarii had carried them … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 56

Laughter burst forth from those around him, and encouraged, he began to squawk like a farmyard hen. ‘Flap those bony arms, retiarius! Fly up there, … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 55

Sprained left wrist cradled in his right hand, Rust Spot obeyed. I placed my trident on the sand and tugged out the wood-handled dagger I had selected … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 54

Rust Spot landed heavily, still gripping his shield, and because of that, twisted his left wrist. A muted cry of pain came from within his iron domed … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 53

‘Wait!’ I roared. Scowling, the summa rudis looked at me. ‘What?’ ‘I have a loose tie on my greave.’ He peered, saw that I was not lying, and scowled … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 52

By the end, our parade around the perimeter, not something fighters usually did, was excruciating. The sun had been heating the sand now for many … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 51