The demonic portal might have closed, but the supernatural madness was far from over. From where the emperor sat, there came a flash of light, and suddenly smoke billowed out from the throne, spreading across the sky like a thundercloud.  The crackling of flame could be heard as a towering figure rose up beside the emperor, and stepped forwards, glaring down at the arena with a gaze that had cowed armies.

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The audience's mouths collectively fell open as they beheld the spectral form of Julius Caesar, wreathed in flame.  Hades had claimed him long ago, but now he had arisen once again, to personally oversee what was sure to be the greatest match in Roman history.

Arms spread wide, he called down to the fighters below.  [i]"Ego sum impatiens. Pugna incipere!"[/i]

With one hand he pulled out a flaming fig and took a bite out of it, sitting back on a seat that formed out of smoke behind him. With such an austere figure watching, the gladiators would no doubt give this their best!