You’ve been commissioned by a wealthy noble to carve a statue for his most prized gladiator, Vorrik. Of course, you knew this gladiator, everyone did. Seeing him fight was like watching a mountain topple an olive, he was renowned as a King of the Colloseo. He was also called the Killer of the Colloseo.

You’d be foolish not to fear the brute, you’d heard of him winning matches by biting out the throats of his opponents, you knew how bloody he could be.

However, you’d be spending much time with him now...It was a privilege to be trusted with such a duty, and you would see it as such...Even if it meant ignoring your own survival instinct to run.