Kalihar Stalcast Ustok – Thracian
-------- Aula Valeria Messalinus – Roman
Salvius Septimus Pompolussa – Oscan
-------- Pompo Faustina Proculinus – Umbrain
Metie Tiberius Catulus – Etruscan -------- Titia Aemilia Clemntillus – Etruscan
Kalihar - “You guys did good out
there. I hope I get to go back out there soon and get the kills. You
guys seem to be good at the kills.”
Valeria - “Shut up.
Just Shut up.”
Septimus - “Just because he needs a better
chest plate than the old worn out one he has, doesn't mean he won't
go out and get the kills when its his turn in the arena.”
Valeria
- “You can just Shut up too.”
Tiberius - “What seem's to be your issue, young one?”
Valaria - “My Problem is I won the battle for the Mage Forge, and they make a Bow in honnor of an Archer winning the match, and what happens?”
Tiberius – “They spell your name
wrong?”
Septimus - “They gave me the bow?”
Valaria
- “They spelt my name wrong!?!” *Flips the table and walks out of
the room.*
Aemilia - “You guys sure know how to
push your team mates buttons. And as you know Tiberius it could
always be worse.”
Tiberius - “You mean how the manager of
this Ludus gave us both a spell that we focus on, instead of what we
do best? Or you mean how the first gladiator to grace this Ludus
didn't get anything besides equipment for the first half of there
Career?”
Aemilia - “Both of those are issues this Ludus
has had yes. Both of those issues has costed this Ludus what it cares
about the most: Kills.”
Tiberius - “So? The new
generation, Both Valeria and Septimus are doing very well in the kill
ratio. They are causing us to be one of the top Ludus with kills. Top
four I believe. It doesn't matter who has what equipment, or what
name the equipment has as long as the Ludus is achieving its
goal.”
Aemilia - “Tiberius you never did understand how
people feel, its why it was so easy for me to convince you to became
a gladiator.”
Kalihar - “Hey, we are one small Ludus, we
are supposed to get along, and help each other. Not bicker between
our best new comers, and the Old crew.”
Faustina - *looks up from the book she
is reading * “Will all you old timers, and youngsters be quiet
before I lightning bolt you all?”
--Faustina threatening everyone, causes them all to scatter--
