<strong> the not really good Gladiators</strong><br/><br/>“OH for the sake of the gods, for fucks sake what is she doing…” He finished up his work with Marcus when he saw the Dominus speak to the woman. “It’s always the fucking women cant keep their tempers.” He let out a long and loud sigh. “Its always the new fucking slaves…no offense mate you have half a brain at least, they always get us into trouble. I am just hoping the Dominus and his wife are in a good mood today…and it doesn’t look like it. Might mean shot for us, I have seen it before…” Maximus almost had his mark and he really did not want to risk it, neither did he want any silly little woman to risk it either.<br/><br/>“A pict? Oh what…because that thing is going to be stable. The Dominus has really pulled in the freak show this time. We have the…creature upstairs the one over there and a pict…I suggest mate you stay out of the firing line. And once its over we can get on with business.”  Atticus finally turned up sporting a black eye,. “More trouble?” he mumbled and came into line, he had, had duties elsewhere for the Dominus. Maximus introduced him to Marcus. As this went on he continued talking,  he said that this place was becoming worse than a bad Greek play.<br/>