Cato smirked as he walked over to his discarded trident, picked it up calmly and after sheathing his gladius the older man headed towards the gates as well. He took support from the shaft of the trident and was visibly winded from the combat. Nonetheless he had remained more or less unharmed. As he passed Alara and Urbi Cato lifted his trident in to a little salute before disappearing though the gates.

"A fine show, old boy." A familiar voice said as a pair of strong arms embraced the greek. "I never doubted you - not one second. Mind you, Castor did doubt you and now he's a bit less wealthy." With a little smirk Cato shoved back the man who had embraced him - not that the shove had any proper effect on M. Cornelius Falco. "A shame on Castor's money then. Would you be kind enough to help me get off of this damn armor?" Cato inquired from the quite short man.

A little smirk appeared to Falco's lips as he began helping his friend in the removal of his armor. "The least I can do, the least I tell you." After a good natured barrage of insults Cato was again not wearing his armor. The greek stretched his strong arms. "Now, Marcus, why are you here? Some of these people are here because of you. I'm sure they'd like a round or two with you." Cato's inquiries and statements got just a little chuckle out of Falco "I'm with the Sword of Mars, none of these whippersnappers would dare to go against the two of us." The roman did have a point there. Despite them being at the least twice older than the rest of the people under the arena both men had a bit of a reputation.

Falco ran his fingers through his noticeably balding dark hair and rolled his eyes in a rather lewd manner. "The woman fought well by my estimates. Oh if I were ten years younger I'd try my luck with her." Now it was Cato's turn to chuckle "You forget, old boy..." He did his best impression of the former consul and even took a proper speaking stance - one that Falco was very fond of - while using his hand gestures to great effect. "I too would be ten years younger - which in turn would mean that..." The greek twisted his wrist around, like he was asking for someone to finish the sentence. "Oi! You were NOT more handsome than I was when we were young! By Juppiter's balls!" Falco nudged Cato on the shoulder and both men burst in to laugher.

After some more banter and few parting words Falco returned to the stands to enjoy the games. Cato shook his head slightly and concentrated on the current fight with at least some interest.