Marcus watched the giant and the woman with contempt, the stupid fool. Trying to get her fingers of his neck when he should have been running backwards into a wall. Give her the choice to release or be crushed between his bulk and the wall. He must be a new gladiator, in the arena slow thinking got you killed.<br/><br/>Her hair would be gone to if he was a trainer, short was good, bald was better nothing for an opponent to grab or to get in your eyes at a bad time. And his lip curled, this would have not been allowed at his last Ludus. Gladiators where valuable and where only to be injured in the arena where they would bring their master wealth. Not injured in a stupid brawl for no point.<br/>It would be the buckets for them or if the master was in a bad mood the box.<br/><br/>He watched as a man came in, no slave by the way he walked in like he owned the place, which probably meant that he did thus he had seen his new owner. He bellowed at the fighting gladiators to line up and Marcus considered his own position. Whilst he had not been fighting he was here and his owner could think he was not obeying.<br/><br/>So he walked over to the line of gladiators and stood in the parade ground pose of the legionnaire but far enough away from the others to imply he was not part of the fighting.<br/>