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Caliburn left the lady to seek her goal, albeit with a slight hesitation to leave her alone in the belly of the beast, however he had other business to attend too and felt that the danger to a non-combatant was fairly minimal. With that in mind he headed off to the left side of mess hall which was separated by a line on pillars from the right. The mess was a massive room being a full section of the arena on one side and served as both an eating area for staff as well as the sleeping area for the service slaves and servants who served the denizens of the Coliseum. The far left quarter, however was much more exclusive being an area only for the gladiators themselves to eat in and mingle. Three long tables were already full of fighters buzzing about at their mid day meals. To one side lay buffet table where the cooks place food for the fighters to consume while on the other the group of combatants gathered before a large board upon which several strips of wood adorned with writing hung in several concentric rows. It was this gaggle of people Caliburn approached, or rather the board itself he was interested in.

The fight listings, or "Blood Board" as it was called, was a tacky and unkempt place that drew every fighter'sattention at least once a day. It was on this plain canvas that the fates of every gladiator within the Coliseum was posted. Of course Caliburn knew who is opponent was but he was more interested in checking the results of the other matches and seeing which poor sod had been placed in the match just before his as an appetizer for the crowd's bloodlust. The gladiators themselves parted as Caliburn approached and while he warmly greeted some a considerable number turned from the man in apparent disgust. As he scanned the matches he grinned at the overturned name next to the Lion, so he had won again, good! he thought. However looking to the match before his own took the smile from his face. Garner... he glanced at a man in full chain mail with a shirts word hanging from his belt who was chewing on a piece of leather staring with an odd grin back, an Zoni... he inwardly sighed. Garner, clearly keeping up was only smiling wider. "Like why cha' see, your lordship?" The man goaded as the twelve or so gladiators in the area parted into two distinct groups, a smaller number who had greeted the champion standing off to the right of the board behind him, nine of them took to the left and around to stand off to the side of the table Garner sat at.

"Can't say that I do, Mr Garner." He replied with his cloud silver eyes directed squarely on the other man.

Garner stood and slapped his table, "Good! 'Cause I don't like it neither!" He announced stepping toward the board with a stride. Caliburn seriously doubed that their reasons for their distaste where the same.

"Oh, I thought you liked bullying, Mr. Garner?"

"Bullying!?" The man exclaimed grabbing his chest in exaggerated distress, "hardly, your Lordship, I like a good fight, never a onside match like this." He threw his arms out as he turned to his crew in an exacerbated display, "I mean come on! Why should I, a top contender mind you, have to fight some mewling welp barely out from under of Ya'weh''s skirt? The indignity of it is mind blowing!" He called as he turned back to find Caliburn had turned from him to review the board again. Stepping up he placed a hand on the man's shoulder, " I must apologize, your lordship," he mocked, "I doubt she'll last long enough for even a sideshow... I suppose the public we'll just have to wait for your final match. After all Headsplitter killed that loutHector in half the time it took you to beat him."

The chorus behind him had been snickering all along but now burst into full belly laughter as the champion refused to turn. Reaching over and placing a hand gently on the fingers on his shoulder he too chuckled, "so you're bets against me, eh?" He felt the flow within the man's hand and arm and with no warning reversed it with his own. Sparks flew from Garner's arm as he cried out in pain and stumbled back cursing as the champion turned to face him. "You might be right, but don't disrespect the efforts of Hector too me again you'll get far more than a simple shock..."

Grabbing his left arm the man snarled as his crew formed ranks behind him, "You smug bastard! I can't wait till he puts you in the ground!" He cried.

"Unfortunately I doubt you'll be able to witness it even if he does as that mewling welp will have bled your fat as dry by then." Caliburn remarked, "you dare mock Hector, a man who held the number two spot for nearly half a decade when you don't stand a chance against a fighter barely out of the camps? Don't make yourself anymore of a rotten arse than you already are."

"What'd you call me you son of a-!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, should I say it slower in your native tongue?" Caliburn asked with a smirk as he oinked several times at the man.

"That tears it!" The man exclaimed, drawing the short sword at his waist he charged while the others stepped back on both sides. Caliburn unflinchingly stood his ground and reached for the hilt of his own sword. As the flesh drew close he pushed up with his thump and drew back with his right hand on the hilt... only to immediately realize his hand wasn't moving. The blade refused to budge from its sturdy gleaming sheath.

Oi! Now? Really!? he thought as he turned inward and brought his armored arm to bear. The blade glanced off the metal as the enraged gladiator swung down hard. Caliburn stepped back only once before advancing with his shoulder and shoving the man back. A few more quick strikes came as his foe retreated which he again intercepted with his armor before reaching forward and grabbing the man by the collar and throwing Garner bodily back into his supporting crowd. With another tug Caliburn asserted all his will on the hilt of his blade and after two quick pulls the gleaming sword finally relented coming free from its case accompanied by metallic ring. The shining sword gave the enraged man pause as his allies gave him a heave to his feet. "Sure you want more?"

Shrugging his friends off Garner spat at Caliburn's feet and lowered his own blade, "you're not worth the fines... you're a dead man walkin' anyway," he exclaimed as he sheathed the short sword and turned leaving the mess in a huff. His fans followed swiftly after.

Sheathing the glimmering sword and talking a single deep breath Caliburn let them leave before sitting down. One of the fighters who it's just behind him brought over a mug of ale which he took a large gulp of readily. Glancing down angrily at the sword on his waist. SeeING a servant girl passing by he motioned to her as he finished the drink, "Find Zoni," he instructed, "tell her, 'his left arm'..." he passed her a few silvers as she nodded and turned to leave. Catching her arm, however, he added, "and if you see Amon or his apprentice tell them I'll be by the Forge spread that word." Again she nodded and was off. Standing he thanked those who had stood behind him and left the mess heading back into the bowels of the arena.