An argument between Darius and an arena lanista broke out. It was in Latin, rapid-fire, and then money changed hands. The gate swung open, and the lanistas dragged some of the untrained out of the cell. They were supposed to fight in the regular culling later in the day.
Above, the crowd had settled into a dull din, but as soon as the untrained were in the arena, it roared anew. Whatever was happening, it had the crowd at a fever pitch. Whoever this new warrior was, the crowd loved him, and they wanted to see him kill more helpless men. Flavia's body was probably still sprawled, lifeless, across the sands.
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