When The Bros Are Hoes

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus jerked awake as the sun hit his face and held in a groan. He had spent years absent bed, but the stone was harsher then the ground. He looked toward his brother, Oenomaus. He had not awoken since the fires of the arena. Gannicus grinned to himself for a moment--he had fought first and lands in that arena. Never saw defeat within it's walls. He did not know how Oenomaus knew of Gannicus and his wife, but it mattered not. The only importance was in making peace with his friend--before this foolish war got everyone killed. Hearing foot steps at his back, he turned face the sound. The German. Gannicus had met the man when he was dressed as solider, but not known who he was. Agron they called him. A gladiator from the same house as them all. He sad nothing, forcing the other gladiator to state intentions and set the tone. Once, Gannicus would have make jest, and enjoyed company when companies with drink. Now he was not of mood.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus
 
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blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Once again Spartacus proved to do the impossible. They had brought down the arena, with limited lives lost. Rhaskos among them. Agron had no affection toward the Gaul -- or any of them for that matter -- but he was a warrior toward their cause. And fell as one. Fate seemed to have brought them another however. Former doctore of the ludus. One who held no interest in their cause. Whether opinion now shifted or not, was impossible to tell. Nothing would be determined until he awoke. But Agron's presence was not solely to inquire about the man's health. There was another, one less trustworthy among them.

A man who would see to the death of men he once called brother. Spartacus had voiced that he had been in the house of Batiatus. It only made Agron more wary of the man. He stood in the threshold of the door, his presence known but not verbally acknowledged. Which suited him just fine. "You take to the sands to condemn the man to death, only to later save him." It was more a statement than a question. "The fucking irony." A sarcastic statement, but one that held truth, as a slight huff escaped on the German's expression. Indication, that he was unimpressed of Gannicus' actions, leaving him even more uncertain as to where he stood now among them.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus had been aware of the irony, and had no need of the German to give it to him. Even still, Gannicus turned his back to the man, but not dismissing. "He once stood a champion. He deserves an honorable death." To go out fighting, not to be buried in fire. "One the fires would have denied him." Besides, Gannicus had yet more to say to his friend, and wanted to part ways as brothers, no as foes. He had not lied when he had once told Melitta that had he been the husband he would kill them both. His brother's rage had proven his words. It had been unexpected, but Gannicus would stay until he had words. Then leave this place before they brought all of Rome down on their heads. One man's pride, and the dream of false freedom. "It is said you were once a gladiator. You should understand." Though not a champion. Gannicus had often heard of Crixus and Spartacus and their glory, but he had not heard of Agron. Not before this day. Though it appeared he was strong enough to fall into place with Spartacus who clearly trusted the man. That meant nothing to Gannicus. Crxius held less trust of him, but still some. Perhaps it was less favor rather then trust. He had yet to figure that dynamic.

^Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

An honorable death. Agron couldn't help but consider whether he would complete the task when the man awoke. But then . . . Gannicus was not the one to strike first. They had not even waited for the Roman shit to tell them to begin. There was something far deeper between them. And Agron hadn't quite decided yet whether he actually gave a shit. It was Gannicus' latter said statement that caused the German to slightly raise his chin, determination in his gaze as his words were said with equal stubborn nature.

"I would die before raising weapon against a brother." It was clear that Gannicus was close to the former doctore. Agron could only think of the option of killing Spartacus or Duro, if he was still with him. And nothing, could persuade him to do so. "There is no fucking honor in that." To be the hands of Roman command, to sentence those who fought for freedom to death. "You do the bidding of those Roman shits." An accusatory statement, though Agron was not known for his carefully chosen words, especially to those he did not know well. "When he wakes, see if he shares equal thought in your attempt to give him honorable death." Words dripping with sarcasm, for Agron already knew the answer. His words also bringing to implication that he noticed Oenomaus was the first to attack.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus looked back at the angry German. "The man stood a champion, and deserved to go out and be remembered as such." He was not going to argue subject with a fucking German. Not when he already held nerve that Oenomaus would awaken and once again try to kill him. If Melitta had been his, he would try to kill him too. "When he awakes there will not be words of questioned honor spoken." At least not of Oenomaus' honor. His brother had always lived with honor, fought with honor, and Gannicus had hope to let him die with it too. "When he awakens there will be other words spoken." He turned to look at Oenomaus while standing. Gannicus would not speak so honestly had this one not already been on the sands and heard everything. "He was my brother, and I took his wife to bed. I will not leave here until I have make right the wrong." Even if he could not be sorry for holding Melitta in his arms. He had found love, and lost it. "Then you can fight in your fucking war."

^Agron