Reynik, like most of the other gladiators obeyed the order to line up and go to there cells in silence, still there were always a few who acted up and fought the people who treated them like beasts "i will fight my way to freedom" they would say, promising that one day they would be like there masters, a god among men! yea right, not likely.<br/><br/>He let his hand briefly touch the three scars on his chest left by the Lion all those years ago, at age fifteen he had hoped saving his previous master from the wild beast would earn him his freedom but no, it had earned him a pair of expensive swords that had caused his master into bankruptcy and eventually making him sell all of his slaves, now he knew not of where the swords were, did his new master have them? it would have been logical for the man to take such fine weapons and use them but then even if he did, there were probably a few more experienced duel blade users that would have the honor of using them in battle.<br/><br/>Looking up at the Balcony he noticed Geila the young slave girl who was at the masters side the most when his wife was not present, although he hadn't spoken to her much due to his recent arrival he had found her a pleasant girl, he offered her a quick smile before he was gone from her view.<br/><br/>No, there was no escape from this life, not to anyone, no release but death and the sound of cheering.