rainbringer.- begginning

The hot thick air in Capua made practically impossible to breath. It seemed that every single citizen was far away from the burning sunlight. The only exception was Batiatus’ gladiators who continuously trained in order to bring honor and glory to the house. Gannicus, the current champion of the house, was asked to stop his training and come inside the house in order to talk to his master. It seemed that he was going to be paired up with the Thracian in order to entertain the crowd, but unlike so many other times before it seemed they would not fight. Whenever they have a demonstration fight, Doctore joined them.

Once inside the house, Gannicus walked inside the dining room where Batiatus was. Apparently, he was pleased. The champion could see – and smell- the unmistakable effects of wine on the man. His voice was happier than usual. It seemed he was planning something.

“Gannicus!” Batiatus greeted the other man as the slave approached. Gannicus was just wearing a loin cloth and the basic training gear. He was sweaty and dirty. The fine layer of sweat made his body to look even more impressive.
“What do you need me for, Batiatus?” Gannicus asked and waited for the other man’s answer.