Finally, Decimus tripped him. Marcus went down, his helmet clattering off. The crowd saw his face—young, bleeding, but calm.
The crowd gasped.
Marcus stared at the gladius. “You want me to go in there? A US Army private, fighting a corrupt officer in a billionaire’s blood sport?” Private - Gladiator -2002-
He walked into the night, leaving the arena behind—for the first time, truly free. Finally, Decimus tripped him
Outside, the cool Roman air hit his face. The Colosseum loomed in the distance, a ghost of stone and glory. Decimus tripped him. Marcus went down