Clad only in a loincloth, every inch of his pale freckled frame was on display as the colosseum crowd joined in mocking the scrawny redhead. Compared to mighty Burkka, he seemed like an underfed child, unsure of how to hold his trident and net.
Burkka clanged his short bladed gladius upon his round shield. “This will be quick!”
The wiry little Albion tossed aside his net and trident. “Ta Hades wit’ dis!”
There were boos from the stands, and Burkka sneered. “Coward! There ain’t nowhere to run, Pict!”
Now unarmed, the scrappy Pict snapped fingers on both his hands. He clenched fists, and awed noise rolled over the crowd as a pair of wildly oversized, translucent green gauntlets materialized around them.
“Who’s runnin’? We’s fightin’!”
He leapt at shocked Burkka throwing a giant punch. The crowd rose to their feet, cheering the spectacle.
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