The dust of the empty coliseum stirs as two partly-clad gladiators practice their best. Rufus swings his sword rapidly as Angelo blocks each blow with his trident. The weapons lock. Angelo sees his chance. He swings his trident aside, disarming his comrade as he tosses his net over him. The other gladiator reaches for his sword as he struggles through his bindings but as soon as he tries to give a mock blow to his friend's throat, he sees him stand petrified. Rufus tosses off the net and once free, he turns in the direction to see above the walls a massive muscle-bound godly figure with a bright sash around his waist (though obscured by the edges of the coliseum) and a gold chain around his neck.
"Tiny warriors," he says in a voice like thunder. "I am Rex, your master. I am taking you as my personal pets." Angelo remains frozen with fear but Rufus cuts and runs. Rex catches both in each hand. Held close to his brilliant body they could see every perfect feature of it through the heavenly mist and on his gold chain, a ragged poor individual locked in a cage.
"You are now mine, my pets and I wish for you to entertain me by..."
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