Gladiator by trade

[fearless]

[[so a battle i desire, of two warriors clashing together to bring forth their valor and their honor, whomever accepts shall fight Julius Caesar himself, the rules are simple...deaths occur in the duel, yet have no affect to the actual rpg, no concealed weaponry, and no god-modding/auto-hitting]]

Julius watched as the sun gave way to the nights toiling whisper, a preacher of the gods signaling a day to be remembered, it'd been awhile since he'd returned to Rome, after being away on many expeditions before heading to China itself.

In general he was impressed, the culture here was calm, something he could relate to, though even with its humid clamps, he'd longed for the moment of his roman ancestor's to return its favor, and change the world unique toil on clothing and culture, so that one day Rome could literally be the center of the world, whilst every little country begged on its knees before its great empire, only the power of the senate and its centurions could bring this, but it was a goal, that he, Julius Caesar, worked upon.

The sun had settled curtly behind the finalizing strokes of the moon, stood within nothing but shrub and bush, he waited if anyone would come to his aid, and fight like warriors, be they Chinese or even pirates, a roman soldier longed for the feel of a moving blade, he'd see how this was to unfold.

His Gladius remained sheathed, it was 5 feet to be precise, excluding the half foot handle that gripped it with a dragons strength, his shield was also long, curled over to protect against both sword and shaft, he'd see if anyone would face him, and pray to the gods of mars and Jupiter that they wouldn't, in fear of their lives alone.

[Sun Xiong]

(We've all seen The Gladiator. We all know you're hiding a knife in you're arm-guards and that you're stabbing whoever your opponent is in the back when you hug him because your father loved him more then you making him something like a brother that you really hate because he was gunna be the emperor but then you killed your father and tried executing the opponent and murdering his family but he got away and became a gladiator and later on defies you alot. I mean, is it not obvious.)

(Sorry for being a smartass, but no I don't want a duel)

[fearless]

((your retarded Sun Yuan Ci, it's just a title for me to duel, i said in me own rules no concealed weapons, besides i'm not a pussy who depends on cheating to win me fights...and no...sun yuan ci, your mistaken...you are no way a smartass from that comment...))

[Spartacus]

spartacus walks into the arena "Caesar you know what the agreements are lets fight"

[fearless]

Julius smiled, Spartan was a firm buidl, bribbe donly by the curt expression that plastered his pale face, "And you believe you can truly defeat me."

his voice was tender, yet curious was shown from his facial expressions, the two warriors shared great history, it had been his own very father who had destoryed the Spartan Soldiers and had scatteredtheir empire, and now stands a Spartan, waging his life within the Roman's custody over a mere set of peasants.

stil lhe smiled, no need to worry over anothers mistake, he drew his blade and watched, "I leave you to make the first move." he smiled, his left arm fixed onto the shield that coiled him.

he awaited his opponents move.

[Spartacus]

"hahaha but you shall make the first move a expirenced dueler that has never lost should mirely go before a newcomer" sparta drew his sword and got his shield off his back and over looked his opponents stance looking for any weaknesses "my lord you may go first" sparta lifted his shield infront of him and looked out alittle hole to peek through to see his opponent

[fearless]

Julius grinned, though there was no bait to be bitten, and there was no lure to follow. with a quick shudder of relief he cracked his neck, feeling the release of the muscles. "You'll never defeat me with doubt in your mind." he muttered sharply, the grim expression now revealing that he was indeed ready for war.

He kicked his foot out, slicing the dust beneath him, "Well, i guess you can be trained."

he smiled and then nodded his head, before dashing straight towards his waiting opponent, he kept the shield close to him, the straps digging into his foreamr and he cut across both grass and mud to reac his destination.

as he approached, he twisted his body, gliding his shoulder region on the long curve of his shield, his entire body weight shifted, aiming to smash into his waiting opponent, whilst his gladius cut through the rim on the side of his shield, aiming to quickly thrust into the flesh of the general, whilst his shield made the man buckle and fall.

[Spartacus]

sparta put his shield up to block the attack but was hit over by the shield. sparta rolled backwards and got on his feet quickly and put his shield up again and started to circle around his opponent "your father may have destroyed the spartans but thats because i wasnt there with them"

Sparta stopped when he was diagonal to caesar and put his sword behind his shield then thrusting forward lifting his shield to hit his opponent in the head and stabs his sword that was behind the shield at his opponents leg

[fearless]

Julius forced his weight as the Spartan flew back, he stopped and smiled, "And you call yourself a warrior." the taunt worked as his opponent recovered his footage and ran around him, coming at him when he reach a diagonal spot. Julius merely smiled at the jibe and taunt, before readying himself for the attack.

The shield buckled as the Spartan eagerly tried to smash it at his face, but Julius drove to the right, ducking his head encase its side made contact, his shield then came across shieling his entire lower secion as he re made connection with his feet.

the sword gluttered into it, the soft metal and wood sinking as to let the sword sink into its grips, and then it gripped, keeping the blade firmly wedged.

"haha, your a fool spartan, but one with guts."

he smiled as he smashed his shield against the arm that held the sword, using his body to nudge forward the huge shield that protected him so well, then, as his opponent stuttered, he lunged out with a quick jab to the man's waist, hoping to end the fight quickly.

[Spartacus]

Sparta juked his opponents sword jab "no wonder why the spartans lost against you romans your untrained savages unlike us spartans who dedicate there life to there duties" sparta said taunting him

"you try to end the battle to quickly and give you strategy away" Sparta quickly came up smashing his shield into his opponents making him forced back then sparta swung down at his opponents shield trying to knock it back and make his opponent faulter

"i may be a fool but i can take more hits than any roman" sparta said trying to get him angry then he charged towards him pushing his shield towards caesar then dismounted off his arm to spin around the shield and caesar using the shield as a distraction and slash at his back

[fearless]

[[[hahaha..u realise all of that is invalid...after i counter ur very first move..s.till...no hard feelings]]

His shield remained clenched, even with the sword amiss his body remained protected and his opponent remained in an awkward positioned, with one single thrust of the shield, Sparta went flying, back to the floor, the warrior had done well to save his weapon.

but Julius would not await time to counter, pursueing his origional thrust he laucned forward, thrusting out him arm to jab the victim as he fell, with nothing to stop his move, and with only inches apart from the two, his sword was likely to hit, the shield remaine close, clenched up protecting the majority of his torso and waist, his head and legs being bare from the shield, yet having the cushion and support of the armour to protect it.

[[dude...if u do a 5 hit combo and ur 1st atatck is countered u lose the rest...u said u duelled before...so come on already man...give me something i can work on..]]

[Spartacus]

sparta lifts up his arm and gets cut by most of the blade but blocks some of it with his metal wrist band "you actually hit me nice move" sparta rolledtowards his shield and picked it up and attached it to his arm and turn towards caesar and lifted his shield up

[fearless]

Julius withdrew, and watched a shis blade dripped with his opponent's blood, "Your injury wil lkil lyou if you continue." he muttered, a concern plastering his tone, "and i didn't fight for me to slay another enemy of Rome."

he lowered his stance and stood, still prepared was his enemy to atatck again, but he hoped, he could resolve this without the death of a general.

[Spartacus]

"there you go again rome is for people who care this is a scratch in sparta we get cut for fun" sparta turns around and starts walking out "rome is filled with pu$$ie$"

[fearless]

pussies who could own ur sorry ass anyday

leave...rome is not for the weak

Julius turns and leaves, pleased that the Spartan warrior was nothing more then a fool living a lie, he would show him the roman courtesy, when he destorys him and his empire