Dael lined up with the other gladiators, faced with the imperial box, and lied.
Ave Caesar. Morituri te salutant.
Hail Caesar. We who are about to die salute you.
I'm not going to die.
Caesar gave the signal, and the six of them squared off, three pairs. Dael's first opponent was the Black Demon, captured from Africa and fierce, fast, but he'd injured his left knee in his left bout. As he was only a minimally valuable gladiator, chances were his owner hadn't let him fully heal.
Dael was going to take that chance.
Time to put on a survival show.
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