Hippothoe – Part 3

Brisia was stunned. She sat staring into the arena with disbelief. "Hey, Brisia, she called your name." said Ingrid. "Why Brisia?" someone whispered. Brisia stood up and picked up her shield. "It doesn't matter." she replied. "I am a gladiatrix. I fight whenever I am called. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." The words… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 3