I stand up, breathless. I swing again, pulling my arm back more, bringing it down, blowing Gaius's shield out of his hold. Aelia, in the back, cheering on.
"Not bad, for an începător." Gaius says.
"The games start in a week." Aelia says, with a depressed tone. Darker than black.
I bring up my sword, and slash at Gaius. The blade hits his chest plate. The blow sent him back, falling on his sides. Dirt and other minerals went flying, in his face and all.
He seemed dumbfounded.
"Wh..." He couldn't finish.
"Aelius is obviously better." Caius comes out of the shack, wanting to watch the show.
Caius was Gaius's younger brother. Aelia is my twin sister.
"Hand it over." Caius commands. Gaius threw him the armor. Caius suited up, and charged at me. I countered, and he tripped. He got back up, and I swing at him. He blocks with his sword, as he sends mine flying. He swings at me again, but I dodge, going under his legs, grabbing them, flipping him. He landed on his back. I grab his sword as he gets up. I swing at him. The sworf hits where his ribcage is. The blow sent him down to the ground.
"Ah. El e gata." (He is ready)
YOU ARE READING
Gladiators
Historical FictionAelius, just a mere boy, has to enter the arena, to kill, to survive, to save his family. Will he win? Will he lose? Will he meet? Will he betray?
