And I didn"t drink faded kvass with foam!
Here he was offered to fight,
Thankfully the fashion was...
There is no chance, believe me, the boys give up,
The way to go from the beginning to the bottom!
You are now a gladiator boy,
And not just the dumbest donkey...
And trample into this battle like a tractor,
The boy's treasurer is sharp!
Here he came together in a harsh battle,
And the opponent is the same kid ...
He uses not a new technique,
And strikes with swords!
But in response, the boy made a lunge,
And the enemy was so struck ...
There was a blow very strong, already too much,
He cut the boy in half!
The fight is over and there will be a reward
They gave him bread and lard...
A new fight must be carried out again,
And do not ask, alas, why!
The red-haired woman nodded approvingly with her fiery hair.
- Wonderful! Now come on, you're going to fight.
And she quickly dragged the boy out of the torture chamber. The executioner remarked with a grin:
- For this, you will pour wine for us!
The red female executioner confirmed:
- Certainly!
And she stepped up. She, too, like Julius, was without boots. Because it's hot in the torture chamber. And in general, women do not really like shoes, they prefer to walk barefoot in the heat, which is much more pleasant.
So they walked through the yard, and went out to a small stadium. The audience was already there.
There were fights with and without weapons. With the latter, of course, there are fewer victims, but this is not so interesting. The bets are closed.
The redhead took off the boy's silk shirt, which hardly concealed his muscles. She felt his relief, elastic muscles and said in a whisper:
- The first fight, underage fighters up to fifteen years old, when they are beginners, is usually carried out with their peers and without weapons. I see that you are a strong fighter, and you can lay down your counterpart easily. Therefore, please, drag out the fight, and let yourself be beaten a little. Otherwise, it won't be too good. I want to make money on the sweepstakes when they put up a more serious fighter against you!
Julius nodded.
- I understand business. Well then, let's fight!
The redhead pushed him.
- Go! You are new, first.
The boy, slapping his bare feet, entered the ring. He was very handsome and muscular. And he was literally devoured by the eyes, especially by women.
The herald announced:
- This fighter is in the arena for the first time. His name is Julius. So far, without a nickname that the public itself should give!
In response, a roar of approval.
Julius bowed, standing in the center of the ring. He had never fought like this before for a prize. In his former life, he had a slightly different profession. Although he, of course, had a concept, he was very strong by nature. Maybe, in fact, his father was someone very cool.
But his rival jumped out almost running. Also a boy, but with black hair, unlike the fair-haired Julius. Also handsome and muscular, and only a couple of centimeters taller than his visas.
The herald announced:
- And this is his opponent, nicknamed the Cat, four wins, one loss. Place your bets gentlemen.
Julius' muscle relief was sharper, but his opponent is about a year older, a little taller and heavier. And most importantly, he had the experience of fighting, which is important. They began to place bets. The cat was in the same swimming trunks, according to custom, for underage fighters, barefoot. His face seems to be still childish, but his eyes are angry, shifty.
Before the gong signal sounded, he took and rushed at Julius. True, the boy, who was a slave, more than once received a sudden blow with a whip and was, of course, on the alert. And met him with a fist in the chest. And both boys grappled and began to fight.
Yuliya's opponent may not be that good genetically, but he is well trained and tries to fail with the help of the trip. Julius let him knock him over, but then wriggled out, literally slipping out. And the guys dispersed.
