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Brennus was an ordinary man, within reason, born to a world without any real magic or monsters beyond those made by man and god. He probably would have been even more disturbed if he could really make out what was going on, but from his position about a hundred and fifty feet away from the portal it wasn’t as clear as it could have been. All he really caught a glimpse of was some hulking four-armed monstrosity, and then the sudden emergence of a chained man seemingly from thin air.
The screams from the audience took on a whole new meaning in the face of such terror, but as quickly as it came, it passed. Such illusion and trickery was not far beyond the normal spectacles of the arena, and as the lone figure face planted into the sand, nervous laughter flittered through the stands. Laughter that quickly became a roar, as they watched the gimped man stand, some chains falling from his body, others seemingly wrapped around his wrists. Brennus, with the unique perspective of standing before this figure, was less sure of what he had just witnessed.
“He does not even hold a shield or sword, is this a jest?” The Iceni man murmured in his native tongue. Still visibly shaken, the gladiator looked to the stands, and his Dominus. Septimus shrugged his shoulders from the stands, as the other Dominus started to shout and complain to the officials. Behind the chained man, the portcullis slowly opened and the gladiator Brennus was meant to be fighting stepped out onto the sand, surprised to see a man sprawled on the ground between him and his opponent.
Brennus stood with his spear standing in the sand and his shield resting over his left shoulder. The officials would have to sort this out, something seemed to have gone wrong indeed.
Brennus was an ordinary man, within reason, born to a world without any real magic or monsters beyond those made by man and god. He probably would have been even more disturbed if he could really make out what was going on, but from his position about a hundred and fifty feet away from the portal it wasn’t as clear as it could have been. All he really caught a glimpse of was some hulking four-armed monstrosity, and then the sudden emergence of a chained man seemingly from thin air.
The screams from the audience took on a whole new meaning in the face of such terror, but as quickly as it came, it passed. Such illusion and trickery was not far beyond the normal spectacles of the arena, and as the lone figure face planted into the sand, nervous laughter flittered through the stands. Laughter that quickly became a roar, as they watched the gimped man stand, some chains falling from his body, others seemingly wrapped around his wrists. Brennus, with the unique perspective of standing before this figure, was less sure of what he had just witnessed.
“He does not even hold a shield or sword, is this a jest?” The Iceni man murmured in his native tongue. Still visibly shaken, the gladiator looked to the stands, and his Dominus. Septimus shrugged his shoulders from the stands, as the other Dominus started to shout and complain to the officials. Behind the chained man, the portcullis slowly opened and the gladiator Brennus was meant to be fighting stepped out onto the sand, surprised to see a man sprawled on the ground between him and his opponent.
Brennus stood with his spear standing in the sand and his shield resting over his left shoulder. The officials would have to sort this out, something seemed to have gone wrong indeed.
