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After having gazed out of her window at the Colosseum ever since she was born, Tiberia found the Greek arena kind of ... eh. Of course, it was beautiful: built out of flawless white marble, with god statues in niches, supported by slim columns... Yet it lacked the breadth and magnificence of her dear Colosseum.
The soldier of Rome marched into the sandy area, looking up at the circle of blue sky above her, rimmed by the arena's walls. She was dressed in a blue shirt, urban camouflage trousers and combat boots. Her black curls were gathered into a tight bun under her helmet; she was dressed in her imperial gold armor, her straight gladius at her side, her pugio horizontally in her back, her rectangular shield in her hand and her hasta in her other.
She spotted wood and straw dummies, weapon lockers and a refreshment table.
Refreshments could wait. First, she was going to train till her muscles burned up.
Grabbing her hasta, she focused on a dummy twenty metres across from her, took a short run-up and threw her spear at it with all her might. Hissing through the air, it caught the dummy in the throat. Turning around, she saw a kind of parkour thing: hurdles, barbed wire tunnels and net climbing. Guess that'd warm her up.
She firmed up her hold on her shield and made a run for it.
The hurdles were easy, she had done that all her life. Her extremely heavy equipment didn't bother her, it had also been part of her training. In fact, the plain action of carrying her armor was training in itself, no wonder she had bulges of muscles under her skin. Suddenly, a flash of blinding yellow came from the side and if not for her immediate reflex of bringing her shield in front of herself, she'd be roasted. Flame jets. This arena might not be that lame after all.
Her foot got stuck in something in the middle of her run and she almost fell on her face. Tripwires, too? Damn, man, she better be extra careful.
Tiberia then dropped down to crawl under the barbed wire, feeling it tug and scratch at her armor. She kept going though, dragging herself with the help of her free forearm, her vision narrowed down by her cheek plates. Then it was over and she tossed herself at the net, climbing it quickly and swiftly, dropping over its edge and landing on her feet. Another set of trip wires she eluded carefully, then another pair of spiked hurdles.
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