The stench from the decomposing corpeses hung heavy in the hair, the eerie feel of death surrounding every inch of the practice arena. Santinuss stood in the center of the walled in, sand covered area, awaiting the arrival of the new batch of 'gladiators' that the Master has ordered him to train. "I cannot wait to see what the Master has brought me this time. I just hope their not like the last batch."

With gladius and shield in hand, Santinuss stood ready and waiting. "Let the training beging."