Spartacus: - Blood And Sand ((new))

Pelorus stood. His joints cracked. He walked to a small niche in the wall, removed a loose stone, and pulled out a leather waterskin. He offered it to her. She took it, her hands shaking.

Pelorus smiled. It was a terrible thing, like a crack in a tomb. “No, Dominus. I told her the truth. That is the only poison you cannot buy an antidote for.” spartacus: blood and sand

He would lean in, his piggy eyes glittering. “Then came the forty-eighth. A brute from Germania, a butcher with a two-handed axe. Pelorus had him bleeding in three exchanges. The crowd was chanting his name. But the German, in his death throes, swung wild. Took two fingers. Pelorus fell. He didn’t die. Worse, he flinched after that. In the next bout, a simple Thracian rookie feinted, and Pelorus dropped his net. The mob laughed.” Pelorus stood