<strong>Marcus gets a friend</strong><br/><br/>Maximus was no great gladiator, oh he was skilled he and his friend he had made early on in his training were little more than warm ups for the crowd, but hey it was living, well at least a slow way to earn freedom. Still it was pretty safe. In general the man kept his head down and his mouth shut. The Dominus was a fair man and he got the pick of some of the slave girls…why should he complain…<br/><br/>He had just been having some relief from the eager redhead as he walked to wards the mess hall and saw the mess, he chuckled at the joke in his head. It always happened with new bloods especially most of the ones the Dominus chose, they were usually trouble. However he did see a new face that was not in line…yes there had been a fight…but this one was cleaning up. He walked over. “Want a hand there? You new here? So which idiot started the fight this time, and who died…happens like clockwork. Maximus is the name by the way…”<br/>