The large gaul sat between the two stone pillars, his hand wrapped around a waterskin. He stared at the two warriors fighting eachother, he didn't care. He didn't care for a lot of things, being a warrior captured on a battlefield Aonghus felt himself lost in a dreamworld. He could die and hurt, he knew this. But his life was taken from him, he dressed himself in his standard clothing when out in the courtyard. He raised his eyes to the fight again, seeing one of the soldiers taking a massive hit to his chest.<br/><br/>He stood grabbing his weapons from the bench besides him, taking position in the field, training his arms and legs for the battle to come. And there would be one he saw on the list.<br/><br/>Bael had watched his two countrymen fight, he never understood war, only that he was good at it. Taken for the roughest missions that the campaign called for, iniated into a higher position Bael finally lost his head on a Samaritan battlefield. He swung his glaive into the neck of a roman soldier, cleaving it from his shoulders, but the large man knew. The blow that he had landed, the way the roman's head rolled against his feet. He didn't even see a net thrown across his back, nor the javelin that pinned his leg to the ground. After the battle he was taken to Rome, tossed in a cage and made to fight for amusement.<br/><br/>Today, he would fight a namibian.. he pitied the soldier.