Chewing on his fiery fig, Julius Caesar watched the two combatants thoughtfully, his ghostly eyes never blinking even once.  After all, to close one's eyes for but a moment would be to risk missing a key movement, perhaps the one that would bring an end to the fight!  So far only a modicum of blood had been spilled, but that crimson streak was merely an omen of the carnage that would eventually come.

He swallowed, then idly commented on the proceedings, his voice booming out across the arena.

[i]"Audentia meretur homo gloriam. Quod astuti facit hominem victoria."[/i]

With that, he settled down again, hardly caring whether the gladiators listened or not. The fight was theirs, and his part lay only in the enjoyment and contemplation of the duel.