The pounding of hooves filled the small arena, kicking up dust and grit as the bull trampled back and forth, while a curious crowd gathered to watch the spectacle

The Spaniards and their customs...what a macabre sight as Cesare led his black Andalusian around the animal...it seemed as if his horse was dancing with the bull as Cesare skillfully moved it around the animal. It was almost breathtaking...almost. Excited screams erupted from the crowd, finally breaking the tense silence as Cesare's spear pierced the animal's neck - a final cloud of dust swirling through the heat as it hit the ground with a dull thud

It was no secret that he enjoyed practicing the Spanish custom of 'rejoneo'...and he was damn good at it. You either loved or hated watching him do so, although the admiration didn't exactly lessen the hatred for the Catalan family. But it was also no secret that he enjoyed the attention he received...the cheers, the admiration - especially from women. If he didn't get his father's attention, he got it from the people, and he was good at getting their full attention. After all, if there was one thing he possessed, it was charm

Cesare led his Andalusian elegantly through the arena, his gray-blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he surveyed the assembled crowd, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before making an elegant gesture and bowing slightly as he passed