Geta Gladiator 2 Novels & Stories

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.

The seasoned gladiator closed the distance between them with alarming speed, his sword flashing in the sunlight like a deadly extension of his will. The clash began, and Pratas's skill unfolded in a mesmerizing display of precision and lethality. Every strike, every parry, showcased the prowess that had earned him the title of the "Beast of Pratas." The crowd roared, the fervor of their cheers reflecting the overwhelming dominance of the city's celebrated gladiator.

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"