Make A Gladiator Out Of You

[Agron]

Tag: @dilja

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The only thing that Agron could find the smallest shred of relief with, was the fact that he and Duro were sold to the same ludus. That they were not separated. In fact, the whole group of them had been sold to the ludus of Batiatus. A fucking shit hole. Yet one that the others beat their chests with pride. Agron knew that the only way that they stood a chance of remaining here, and of this world, was to fight.

To become Gladiators themselves. But after the first few days of training, it was becoming abundantly clear that this be no easy task for a lot of them. Particularly Duro, as Agron watched him during sparring with the others. Upon meal time, Duro moved to sit with the others while Agron sought out the company of one of the women who had been in his company from Germania to here. He offered her a bowl of food. "Such a fucking place," he said in annoyance.

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Fata viam invenient

TAG: Agron. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE

When Dilja's village had been burnt to the ground, she'd found herself lost in the wild, with only herself to rely on. It'd worked for years until the Romans had come, back in the lands East of the Rhine. It'd been a nice place, she remembered, with nice folks, some of which had been caught and sold alongside of her. A ludus was her home now, at least for the time being because Dilja doubted there was any chance for her to escape on her own. Thick walls and heavily armed guards would take care of that.

With a grim face, she watched as the men settled down for food. Not many women were trained to be gladiators. Dilja would be one of them. It was a harder challenge than she'd expected, but what she'd learnt from her brothers in the old childhood days and during the time she'd been on her own gave her a much needed advantage. Men tended to underestimate ever since the day of her birth. These dirty, loud bastards were no different. If she didn't want to end bent over and fucked by a bunch of them, she'd have to make sure they knew an attack would be a reckless idea.

She looked up as one of them approached, gratefully took the offered food from him. He was one of those that'd been captured back in Germania, had treated her with at least a minimum of respect so far. The tension in her shoulders eased a bit.

"Not worse than others I got to see." She smirked. "First shithole you've gotten pleasure to be at?"

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