Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:35:53 GMT
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“No, I think I should rather they fester.” Donar announced, playful in his tone. He’d laughed off the wounds in front of the men but the results of his first round in the arena pained him more than he would show. He would rather someone from his lands tended to him, however, than the Roman medicus. He did not trust the Roman way to do anything, least of all healing.
“You were magnificent on the sands this day.” He told Agron and, though he dare not say it, Agron had been fighting for two. Duro was not dead weight but he was not a natural gladiator if there were such a thing. He would have died if Agron was not so skilled of hand or big of heart.
