Images from Pixabay The arena was half full, the noise of the crowd deafening. From his vantage point, Kalendio Octavius could just make out the rough shapes of people. “You’re new,” the voice came from behind him. Kalendio turned and squinted into the darkness of the hypogeum, “A woman, here?” She laughed, deep and throaty. “Athene, venatora ,” she unsheathed her sword, “Slayer of lions.” “I am no beast,” Kalendio waved a hand in surrender. “What class are you?” Athene looked him up and down, “I see no weapon.” “ Magia,” he was reluctant to say it. Most people laughed, some even flashed him the fig sign. “Oooooh,” she popped a hand onto one hip, “Well, good luck out there.” There was a roar as he emerged from the tunnel, and for a moment he thought it was for him. Smiling, Kalendio lifted his head. The man across from him was giant. He wore full armor and carried a net and trident. Kalendio’s smile tightened into a grimace. “So that’s what hyped up the crowd. They think thi