"I didn't ask to be here." He growled through gritted teeth as he tried his best not to get his ass kicked by the gladiator. It seemed almost impossible, the way that the gladiator was dodging and attacking with such speed and ferocity.
However, he refused to give in and managed to find small openings to gain the upper hand, getting a few punches in here and there before the crowd roared and the gladiator managed to block his blows, and began moving in for the final blow.
He wins… but remains a slave. The emperor orders for his head, but his daughter somehow sways him to change his mind…
He’s thrown into a cell, left to rot there till another fight.
He froze when he felt the cloth rubbing against his arm, and looked up to find the daughter of the emperor looking down on him. After a second of hesitation, he opened his mouth as if to say something, not wishing to startle her with sudden movement.
He was unsure of what he was about to say, but he said it anyway.
"You were the one who spoke up for me, right?"