Private - Gladiator -2002- <Top 20 Best>

Lucius Vorenus was a small, neat man with eyes like flint chips. He wasn't alone. Behind him stood a hulking figure in a black tracksuit—shaved head, a brutal scar across his nose, and the posture of a killer.

Decimus charged, fast and brutal, slashing with the K-bar. Marcus didn’t retreat. He stepped into the attack, catching the K-bar on his vambrace—ancient bronze against modern steel. Sparks flew. He pivoted, slamming the pommel of the gladius into Decimus’s jaw. Private - Gladiator -2002-

Marcus took a deep breath. “Private. Just Private.” Lucius Vorenus was a small, neat man with

Decimus emerged from a steam-filled door. He wore a muscle cuirass over his dress uniform trousers, a centurion’s plume on his head. He held a modern K-bar in one hand and an ancient gladius in the other. The crowd cheered. Decimus charged, fast and brutal, slashing with the K-bar

Decimus fell. Marcus pulled the gladius free and stood over him, breathing hard. He looked at the wealthy men in the audience—the senators of this new Rome. He looked at Tony Gage, whose smile had vanished.