Narrative Essay On Gladiators

Bright. I guess that is what the sun is, bright. The weather was a little warmer than where the Roman army and I had been whilst I was still a free man. But not as warm as my home. The new batch, my wife and I had just arrived and this was the first time I had ever seen Gladiators. The great Roman athletes of battle. Famed for their fitness and fighting abilities, but I knew they would be no soldiers, unable to keep formation, moving around great distances. An infantryman cannot do this. They were of high muscle and low fat. All clean before the day had begun, wearing little to no chest armor, only on the limbs and head, in varying styles.
"Make a line." Said the teacher, a thin and rather old man of a northern look, possibly Gallic.
"Everyone …show more content…
This man was clearly of importance as near half the crowd had yelled his name... Crixus.
Of certainly modest height, with a head of rather long blonde hair. A muscular body covered in hair. He spoke in a low strong voice.
"The most important rule of this place, don’t disobey your teacher and don’t disobey BATIATUS!" With those words the whole school started chanting the name Batiatus.
At this moment I realized that if I wanted to leave by force I would both have to deal with the guards, and the Gladiators. But on the other hand I realized that this life mustn't be that horrible.
In line with my race I was chosen to fight as a Thracian. Then began the training, light jogging, jumping, running, push ups, sit ups, jumping, technique, light sparring, running, technique, sparring, technique, then some more jogging. After the torture that was the training, we ate the porridge and bread to be expected from Rome which was followed up by free time. We could read, rest, bathe, chat, hell we could fuck if we wanted to, but that however I could not bring myself to do. After all, it was my foolishness that had brought my wife and I to be here in the first