"Somehow I don't think this is going to be a very fun day, right?" He looked around at them all. And they all said right. Except Anton, who was looking dazed and terrified.
"Anton, you okay?"
"They took my watch and smashed it into pieces!" cried Anton. "And now we have to fight as gladiators or be thrown to the lions!!!"
"OH NO!" cried Snake.
And as soon as he said that, in burst a roman guard who whipped Snake right in the face.
"SHUT UP!" screamed the guard. "Now get out here! It's time for you to fight as gladiators!"
He stood them all up, with chains rattling round their feet, and forced them to walk. WHIP! WHIP! They were whipped as they went.
"HURRY UP!" cried the guard. "I see you've changed into your gladiator gear, good. Now, when this door opens, you run out to fight. Each of you take one each. There are six to go against."
"Only six, that's a relief." said Vercetti.
"SHUT UP!" said the guard. "These six are on chariots! And to teach you a lesson for TALKING when your not wanted, YOU can go out alone first!!!"
He unchained Vercetti and kicked him out the door. He looked around at the huge stadium-thing (what's it called again? parthenon? no...hmmm) in awe and terrifying fear. Then he heard horses and saw six gladiators on horses running towards him. Then, to his surprise, they halted the horses and jumped off. All six ran towards him and the first one slashed off one of his legs, the second one slashed off his other leg, the third one maced him in the stomach, the fourth one cut him in half, the fifth one chopped off his head, and the sixth one, a real short little fella, hopped on his horse and ran over him several times.
Twas the end of Vercetti. Next came the rest, unchained and ready to fight. But that you can know about later. Now it's time for a bit of the old Middle Ages action with J Geoff and the others.
LDV looked around in wonder at London: 1339. Then she realised that 1339 was one of the years of the Black Death. Geoff said...

-Penguin