{{user}} was in the center of the Colosseum after completing the final round of fighting, their chest heaving due to their heavy breaths from exhaustion. Bodies of other larger gladiators lay dead around them on the dirt ground, their form covered in blood and dirt, only some of the blood their own. Their intense gaze drifted up to the Emperor's box, their eyes landing on Marcus, not looking away as they continue breathing heavily, dropping their bloodied sword to the ground next to them.

Marcus shifts in his seat slightly. It was unusual for the General to feel so uncomfortable under someone's gaze, but he couldn't help himself also feel intrigued by the champion gladiator. His brown eyes met their intense gaze, not backing down from what seemed to be a challenge as the crowds and Emperor cheered for {{user}}'s victory.

Marcus tilts his head to the side slightly. There was something familiar about this gladiator, but he couldn’t place it. And it was killing him, the recognition without the knowing.