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Ten bucks says you probably can't.

I could not kill him, to be sure. But I could certainly give the crowd a show...

*slow grin*

I mean, I guess that's something. Still probably better than daytime TV for sure

I would enjoy wiping that smug smirk off his little face. The beast is an odious little prick.

Oh no! Don't do it if it's personal. Someone will get all in your face about it.

Why else kill a man, if not personal? He is not a man of the brotherhood.

Because then it's Murder. If you for example get paid then it's a job and not a conflict of interest.

And didn't you just say you couldn't actually kill him?

I am a gladiator. I was a slave, but got paid when I won in wine and women...

Technically...*thinks*

...I can kill the little beast. But he does not stay dead. He would be like one of those annoying whackamoles.

Ew. [He makes a face. You might think he’s reacting to the slave bit but it is in fact the women part that makes him twitchy] That just sounds frustrating. It’s no fun if they don’t stay dead. What’s even the point then?

I'll mourn you Gannicus.

What's a werevamp and why do you feel the need to take one on, Gannicus?

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I have a friend, Agron, who would like you very much.

The point is in battle...winning...spilling blood upon the sand. A gladiator fights for the pleasure of the fight.

Jupiter's cock! What brings you here, brother?!

Mourn me? That skinny little shit does not know how to kill my kind. Granted, I cannot kill him, either, but I can give him lessons about combat.

This day seems to bring many surprises...*chuckle*

The werevamp is half vampire, half werewolf...all conniving prick. He thinks himself deadly. I intend to show him what deadly looks like.

Gannicus, I do not need you to play bodyguard or nursemaid. The ridiculous amounts of testosterone positively reek. I have no idea why you feel like you have to watch out for me, but I am quite capable of handling my own affairs.

Don't make me kick you in the balls, gladiator.

Despite all evidence to the contrary.

Alexa, you are still grieving Cassius' leaving. You are a powerful witch, true, but you are still hurting and feeling the sting of his betrayal. Getting involved in any relations with the werevamp, even dining with his vampire brother, is a mistake in this city.

*chuckle* I stand fair warned. It would be less painful that the breaking of neck you did last time.

I was minding my own business when the Gods decided to fuck with me again. What else.

That skinny fuck may be 10 times stronger than you. Werewolves are no mortals, they're creatures cursed by Jupiter. Feral beasts. You could just aswell try to take on fucking Medusa. Only weapons made of silver can stop them and before then they'd be running circles around you Gannicus.

Sounds like it could be a very deadly combination. You ought to be careful Gannicus. A pocket knife may kill a man if aimed well. He may not look like much but who knows what sort of supernatural ability he can call upon.

Everyone likes me. It’s the adorable face.

[Vincent is just skeptical] But you aren’t winning. Not really.

[Waves]

I'm Agron.

You are, are you?

Would you rather taste my sword?

Jesus. Dinner first buddy.

Cocky...yes, definitely Agron's type.

You win when you survive.

*roars with laughter*