Marcus stared at the gladius. “You want me to go in there? A US Army private, fighting a corrupt officer in a billionaire’s blood sport?”
The crowd gasped.
“Say goodbye,” Decimus snarled, raising both blades for a final strike. Private - Gladiator -2002-
Finally, Decimus tripped him. Marcus went down, his helmet clattering off. The crowd saw his face—young, bleeding, but calm. Marcus stared at the gladius
Lucius opened a crate. Inside, nestled in foam, was not a vase or a statue. It was a gladius —a short sword, its steel impossibly bright, its hilt carved with a wolf’s head. Beside it lay a bronze helmet with a scratched, silver visor. ” Decimus snarled