“Sir! When do we get to fight in the colosseum?” You feel slightly sympathetic as the whole class laughs at him.

The teacher slams his dagger into the table, and Overcelius flinches. “The colosseum is only for elite gladiators.” he smirks. “Like me!” He looks him up and down. “You, boy, are not ready for the colosseum.”

Overcelius looks down, fiddling with his fingers.