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The gladiator and the princess

Aiden had been staring at the wall his good arm on his knee, while his bleeding arm was still at his side. He looked to the bars at the front of his cell, a small smile came to his lips, hearing the stumbling Celtic he frowned somewhat she had met another Celt or someone who could speak it not often people could. Seeing the food his stomach growled, he got up and sat down in front of the food his right arm completely numb with pain now.

"Someone had to do it, I'll probably get whipped it's not really a big deal, I've been whipped more than enough to not let them get the satisfaction of letting them hear me scream." Picking up the piece of fruit, before he scooted closer to the bars to let her tend to his arm.

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Aiden watched the chaos, his brows creasing. Before he understood it he only understood a little roman not much. Though he smiled some glad to know that some people still learned his tongue. With that he grabbed Alexius the other men, and ran for the gate it was opening. His jaw clenched, hissing in pain some.

Blood ran down his arm, as he ran the movements sending knew waves of pain through. Getting through the gate for it to shut behind them. "You are a crazy man," Aiden just stared blankly at him not knowing what Alexius had said. The guards grabbed there arms leading both of them back to there cells.

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Aiden clenched his jaw, just for the scream under him to alert him of what was happening. The horse fell side ways landing on his sword arm and leg. Yelling in pain, before he started struggling to get free. Alexius saw the Celt go down with a yell he broke through the ranks trying to move the horse off the man. Getting free,Aiden held his sword arm Alexius at his side holding his sword up and pointing it at the Romans surrounding them.

The Celt looked up at the king before yelling, "just for your entertainment you waste peoples lives. Ruin there family's, and put more lives on our heads you only want entertainment celts fight fairly you.....you hold lives over people's heads just to get what you want!" His sword dropped from his grasp, he finally yelled in roman tongue. "Go ahead kill me I already have enough lives on my hands!"

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He frowned slightly, his grip loosening some he quickly glanced over his shoulder to lulia. The young woman had spoken Celtic to him, maybe not as fluent struggling with some words but he still knew the gist of it. He set his gaze back on the man in front of him, Alexius he had heard that was his name.

Though he knew none of them were facing each other, with that the gates opened coming out was roman soldiers. "Like always you roman scum play unfair!" Though he didn't care, with that both men looked at each other before running forward meeting the men with swords.

Aiden kept moving through the ranks, blood spilling onto his sword grabbing a dropped sword from a roman he became a man of death. Though when he saw the horse, tapping Alexius on the shoulder. He demonstrated different hand singles to where the older man could understand. Alexius understood he knew celts were known for there horseback riding even bareback.

With that he launched Aiden toward the horse, where his sword went straight through the roman that was riding it. The horse was panicking, "easy girl I won't hurt you much less think your not better than me calm down girl that's it calm down." A few minutes had passed before he had the horse under control with that he rode into the roman ranks horseback swinging his blade in deadly arcs.

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The gates opened, A breath escaped Aiden as the chariots pulled forward. Seeing the other men come out of the gate. His eyes forward. Dust getting kicked up behind the wheels. "Let's get this over with," he looked to the men beside him. As the chariot stopped in front of his competitor, his eyes looking over the man he was supposed to fight. By the loks of him his skin was dark, and by the scars he looked to be a slave before he became a gladiator.

His gaze going to the person behind him, to see Aeliena. He rolled his eyes when he saw the fluttering eye lashes and golden fan moving. She was Roman he was a Celt, someone who had saw his parents die by Roman hands.

Stepping off the chariot, as he watched them go back for the gates. He yelled something in Celt, he knew only a few could translate. "May the Ancestors be at my side!" His grip on his sword tightened his gaze hardening. He waited for the king to give the order, then he would be on the move.

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Aiden glared at the guards that came close to his cell, knowing he was in the tournament for tonight. Muttering something in his natural tongue when they opened his cell pushing him out. He kept moving watching as, other men were pulled out some other roman people that had been put here. A slow breath escapes his lips, seeing his armour, he walked into the room just for the door to shut.

"Do this only to survive nothing else nothing more let them know the Celt will not bow down to them." With that he started strapping it to himself. One of the things he knew from one of the guards that helped him was this was going to be an unfair fight with it in the opponents hands or paws he had fought beasts in that arena. He watched as other men stepped in, looking at him before going about there own stuff.

Looking at the other men, he didn't give them much thought though working with them would help there chances of surviving, but he only knew Celtic language not roman he had refused to learn only a few Romans were willingly to learn his tongue and translating it for his other guards. "Well let's hope we survive this," he grabbed his sword ready for what was to come.

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The dungeon, that's what most of the men and him called it down here. It wasn't well lit either, a sigh escaped a mans lips. Aiden looked around from his holding cell, the games were soon to come though he didn't like fighting other men he did it to survive.

A Celt would never go down without a fight and that's what he would do, he didn't know what was in store for him oit was always different than the last. Shaking his head, "I will fight till I fall." It was a quiet promise to himself mostly he wanted out of this wretched place.