Amazons and Gladiators Page #3

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Eros.

I can't do this.

Whoa!

Keep your eyes open.

Let's move this.

Guard the Princess!

You.

Murderer!

Serena!

No, wait.

Serena?

I know this man.

How did you get them?

Those scars on your feet.

They were a gift from a stranger.

- I never got his name.

- The man you killed today?

No, the man he served.

Let me.

It's all right. You fought well today.

I've never seen anything like it.

- You deserve some pampering.

- Thank you.

Where did you get yours?

Also a gift.

From a man named Marcus Crassius.

- Governor Crassius?

- General, at the time.

He killed half my village.

My family included.

And then he took the rest for slaves.

What about your family?

I'm sorry.

Serena, the man that you killed,

I also recognised him.

He served under General Crassius.

Crassius?

Be careful, Serena.

Vengeance can be blinding.

Zenobia teaches that it's better

to free a single slave

than to kill a hundred tyrants.

Thank you.

I just wanted to say that...

I know it's not

the Amazon way, Serena, but...

others have left the tribe, had families.

You'll need some food.

You're not going to try and make me stay?

Killing Crassius won't bring you peace.

Your heart is heavy, my dear.

May the Goddess be with you always.

How are you going to beat Crassius?

I know you choose your own destiny.

No one knows that better than I.

But you can't take on Crassius.

He has an entire army on his side.

- Who do you think you are?

- We'll see.

OK. We'll see.

You're not ready for this.

The Amazons are betting against you.

How are the odds?

Not very good.

I've been beating odds my whole life.

I know.

- This is not your fight.

- How do you think I'd feel,

staying with the Amazons,

knowing you are going to Crassius?

- Would you stay if it were me?

- No.

I'm sorry.

What about your boyfriend?

He'll have to wait.

Poor Gallo.

I thought he was made of stronger stuff.

You called, my lord?

Yes, get rid of her, will you?

She annoys me.

With pleasure.

Darius?

Bad news.

Get the guard. We leave in the morning.

If you want something done, do it yourself.

Bring back any survivors.

He's here. I can smell him.

I don't think they're just going to let

a couple of Amazons walk into his house.

Do you hear that?

Well, I'll be damned.

Come on.

You worthless lumps of flesh!

Move your arses!

That's what they're paying to see.

Remember us?

Identify yourself. State your business.

You know me.

The Governor has summoned us

to help him celebrate his recent victory.

- Let them through.

- What victory?

Haven't you heard?

Crassius defeated

Zenobia in the Battle of Greyhaven.

- You're lying.

- What a foolish lie it would be,

with a dagger pressed on my back.

Crassius, you battled Zenobia yourself?

- I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Is it true she's seven foot tall?

She's a head shorter now.

Dear Harmonia, how shall I ever suffer

Rome without your scintillating parties?

Dancing girls.

You're new.

No, you're not mistaken.

I am Marcus Crassius.

Capturer of Spartacus

and conqueror of the Amazons.

Marcus, I understand

you divorced your wife.

Yes, this morning.

- Why aren't you dancing?

- I'm sorry.

Well, dance.

Do I know you?

Gwyned?

Serena?

- Is it you?

- Is everything all right?

We're here to free you.

What?

It's OK, we're Amazons.

Amazons?

Guards! Amazons!

- Who is this b*tch?

- My sister.

Amazons?

You're like vermin. The more I kill,

the more seem to appear.

- Do I know you?

- Oh, yes. We're old friends.

Were we close?

Close enough that I'll be

by your side when you die.

As we're such good friends,

maybe you'll be kind enough to attend

some games I'm hosting tomorrow.

Guards.

Show them to their accommodations.

What is this?

A last meal for the condemned men?

Knock it off in there! Save it for the arena.

Serena.

I thought I'd never see you again.

What happened?

Is Zenobia really...

Greyhaven was a trap.

Many were killed.

Some escaped, many captured.

Ione?

I don't know.

I should have been there.

We were outnumbered.

The outcome would have been the same.

Get some sleep.

Tomorrow you wake up gladiators.

Thank Zeus I will soon be

back at the Coliseum,

away from this pathetic arena

and these idiots.

Citizens of Panne!

After many years of having the honour

to serve as your Governor...

...the Emperor Caesar

has summoned me back to Rome.

To celebrate this great occasion...

...I present you with the finest gladiator

games ever to grace this region.

Today's event is a mle to the death.

A re-enactment of the Battle of Greyhaven,

in which your humble governor

defended the Empire

against the Amazonian horde.

To add a touch of realism to the games,

we have amongst the gladiators

an authentic Amazon woman.

Gladiators, the rules are simple.

You will continue fighting until the sand

in this upper globe has drained.

Those of you who remain standing

will live to fight another day.

Let the killing begin.

Gladiators! Need I remind you

that you must continue fighting

until the upper globe is empty?

Fight! Or my archers will kill you.

Trust me.

There, Crassius! The globe is empty.

Archers.

Now will you or will you not fight?

What are you doing?

I won't fight you.

Fight!

Fight, gladiator.

Archers.

Please.

I will see you tomorrow, Amazon.

Serena.

What happened?

How could you?

He spared my life.

He gave me everything I ever dreamed of.

He took care of me.

And took so much away.

That was long ago. Another life.

- Where would I be without him?

- Free.

Like you?

Yeah.

Go tonight.

Go, Serena.

Quickly.

Gwyned.

What is it?

Today's special entertainment -

a battle to the death.

Amazon versus Amazon. The rules:

Two fight, one dies.

To the victor, freedom.

Should you refuse to fight,

need I remind you...

To the death, Amazons.

- I can't do this.

- Yes, you can.

You must.

Ah, there you are.

I thought you were going to miss it.

Fight!

Freedom, Briana.

Hurry, we haven't much time.

I can't recall a time

I've been so entertained.

You take me for a fool.

Archers!

Are you harlots or Amazons?

Do you want a real fight? Then fight me!

Fight you?

Serena, no.

You challenge me?

Are you not Marcus Crassius,

conqueror of the Amazons?

Here's an Amazon. Conquer me!

- You don't know what you're saying.

- Let me go!

You're no warrior.

Kill her, and I will fight you.

Crassius, Crassius...

We're almost there.

You can't leave her there.

- The Governor's about to fight an Amazon.

- What?

- Hurry up or you'll miss it.

- Come on, he's fighting an Amazon.

Right. What are you

willing to do for freedom?

Well, Amazon.

You wish to fight me?

Here I am.

No!

Serena! He'll kill you!

Please, my lord, not her.

- She's my sister.

- Gwyned, no.

Your sister?

Ah, yes.

The little one.

Marcus, if you love me, let her live.

Love you?

Gwyned!

Serena.

Forgive me.

It's all right.

No.

How touching.

The arena! Follow me!

Kill them all!

Your destiny awaits you,

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