Nick the gladiator
Lactic acid pumped through his sore, torn muscles ,as he raised his dulled blade for the thousandth time, bringing it crashing down upon his opponents whittled shield.
Nick’s challenger, thrice his size showed little sign of exhaustion as he countered Nick’s strikes by wielding his large spiked hammer in an array of horizontal and vertical strokes.
As Nick dodged each lethal swing, he struggled to do so with the precision and finesse he would usually employ, as Nick had something distracting his much needed concentration.
As the vicious attack continued, the strikes became closer and closer, but Nick could think of nothing less than wishing he had done a wee before entering the coliseum.