A gift, that was what his life had become. Once a proud, happy farmer, now he had been degraded to something below a human. A piece of filth, used to entertain the masses. He was a property, one that the rich passed around and gifted as they saw fit. He felt anger boil inside him as his eyes followed the woman while she inspected him. But his anger wouldn't get him anywhere in this situation. For now he just had to keep his mind clear and play along.<br/><br/>It was obvious the woman was not someone who bowed down to men. She looked like a queen, her proud features surrounded by her blond hair. The way she commanded the Lanista even suited a queen, even though she was supposed to be below the man. One thing was clear for Aelius; It was best to impress this woman. With a defiant look in his eyes he turned his attention to the gladiators fighting nearby. The choice of his opponent was important - If he chose too strong of an opponent he would look weak, to weak of an opponent and he would hardly impress. After a few moments of consideration he simply pointed to a slightly taller gladiator, fighting with one of the weaker ones. "Him."<br/><br/>Without waiting for anyone Aelius walked towards the weapon's rack, picking a sword with dulled edges. Although he did not know the name of the gladiator he had chosen, he knew he was respected here, having won a fair amount of duels in the arena. It would be challenging to say the least, but not suicidal. And a victory would most likely win the woman's favor. While Doctore was busy fetching his opponent, he took a few test swings with the sword, judging it's balance and weight. It was far from perfect, but it would do.