Titus had just finished up a gruesome match in the coliseum. As the disgraced bastard son of the Emperor, being a gladiator was the only chance he could clear his name. He was sitting on a bench, waiting to either be sent back in or dismissed for the day. His body was sore, and he had blood- from his own injuries but mostly from his opponents- covering his chest and arms and legs. He keeps his sword over his lap.