[img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/772709776295067648/852197243649392690/Rema_Banner.jpg?width=1342&height=358[/img] Metal would wrench and shatter under the violent fists of an enraged Rema. The track wall was torn to shreds by the fists that slammed and tore through them like the claws of a bear. The roman stood hunched over, staring at the ground as her blinding rage made her shake and see red. She could not decide what she wanted to do. Destroy the racers, destroy the track, climb up through the stands and crush the host. All seemed like valid targets but her conflict kept her still. After some quiet time in thought, Rema discovered what she wanted to do. She'd leap up with powerful android legs and snatch a camera, dragging it down with her with a smack on the asphalt. She'd focus the camera on her face, and began to shout. [color=ed1c24]"That last match was a joke. A failure of a race. That went to a contestant who did not deserve it, and instead gained off of the success of greater warriors than herself. My true Roman virtue demands that I claim the first place as my own, due to my skill ad vigor. The legitimacy of this race hinges on this, so for the sake of true honor. You must give it to the rightful contestant, which is of course me."[/color] With this bold declaration, the egotistical android would slam the camera into the ground and shatter it to pieces. Much more Mevalo property damage as the mad android gestured to the crowd with her golden gladius raised. [color=ed1c24]"The people know who their real victor is. Who the real champion of the people is! It is me, Rema Tiberius!"[/color] Her gladiator days gave her that stage stealing charisma that all the best warriors had. Being a gladiator wasn't just about strength, it was selling yourself as someone to rally behind. Her purple eyes would gaze over to Aurora, narrowing into slits. The gladius aimed right for the girl's chest with her arm fully stretched out and pointed toward her. She knew just who she was going to crucify now.