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scans_dailyHe'd gone to the arena with his slave Bran.
He'd found a lead in his investigations, a gladiator's memento.
He watched the gladiator in question, Achillia, win another of her matches.
He met her beneath where she'd fought, after her fight.
" Achillia, I am Antonius Axia and I wish to- "
" I saw you creeping down here. Now-
" You'll die! "
She had nothing to say to him- she angrily denied that she knew nothing of " any curse " afflicting Rome.
The manager of the arena was no more willing to let Antonius question her.
He and Bran left.
They tracked down the troupe of gladiators Achillia came from.
Antonius asked about her.
" That bitch! "
" What ill has she done you, fellow? "
" She's made my life a misery, is what. My wife thinks she's my equal since Achillia started killing all those men. "
(A subset containing all the types of a different superset. Nice.)
(What killed them was a beckoning vision of Tiberinus.)
That night, in the catacombs, Achillia met Elissa.
The slave-turned-purveyor-of-charms-to-the-wronged received her brusquely.
The next day, Antonius was summoned by the emperor Nero, who demanded an update on his investigations.
Told that nothing new had been discovered, Nero threatened Antonius with being fed to the lions.
" I might even put that son of yours in the arena with you! "
Antonius returned home that night to find his son missing.
Bran, who'd just come back from trailing Achillia as Antonius'd told him to, said his son'd been seen leaving that evening as if in a trance.
(Earlier that day, Elissa'd done her work.)
" .. Go to Achillia.. "
He met her again in the arena, as she won the next-to-last victory for her freedom.
He came, sword drawn and down, asking for her help.
She lunged at him.
He blocked her sword and took her fist.
" The Praetorian Guard! " members of the audience cried.
" The Emperor's finest soldiers! "
Achillia raised her sword.
" And so it ends.
" In my heart I knew they would never allow me my freedom. "
(This's 7 of 22 pages from last month's Britannia: We Who Are About To Die #2. #3 came out this week.
Writing's Peter Milligan, art's Juan José Ryp.)
He'd found a lead in his investigations, a gladiator's memento.
He watched the gladiator in question, Achillia, win another of her matches.
He met her beneath where she'd fought, after her fight.
" Achillia, I am Antonius Axia and I wish to- "
" I saw you creeping down here. Now-
" You'll die! "
She had nothing to say to him- she angrily denied that she knew nothing of " any curse " afflicting Rome.
The manager of the arena was no more willing to let Antonius question her.
He and Bran left.
They tracked down the troupe of gladiators Achillia came from.
Antonius asked about her.
" That bitch! "
" What ill has she done you, fellow? "
" She's made my life a misery, is what. My wife thinks she's my equal since Achillia started killing all those men. "
(A subset containing all the types of a different superset. Nice.)
(What killed them was a beckoning vision of Tiberinus.)
That night, in the catacombs, Achillia met Elissa.
The slave-turned-purveyor-of-charms-to-the-wronged received her brusquely.
The next day, Antonius was summoned by the emperor Nero, who demanded an update on his investigations.
Told that nothing new had been discovered, Nero threatened Antonius with being fed to the lions.
" I might even put that son of yours in the arena with you! "
Antonius returned home that night to find his son missing.
Bran, who'd just come back from trailing Achillia as Antonius'd told him to, said his son'd been seen leaving that evening as if in a trance.
(Earlier that day, Elissa'd done her work.)
" .. Go to Achillia.. "
He met her again in the arena, as she won the next-to-last victory for her freedom.
He came, sword drawn and down, asking for her help.
She lunged at him.
He blocked her sword and took her fist.
" The Praetorian Guard! " members of the audience cried.
" The Emperor's finest soldiers! "
Achillia raised her sword.
" And so it ends.
" In my heart I knew they would never allow me my freedom. "
(This's 7 of 22 pages from last month's Britannia: We Who Are About To Die #2. #3 came out this week.
Writing's Peter Milligan, art's Juan José Ryp.)
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