Author's Note: Yeah this is easily the most mediocre conflict that you're likely to see on this Blog; but no worries, the next series of posts will be up very soon. Anyway, you can find the Bios relevant to this Conflict can be found here and here, for the Gladiators and Apache respectively.
The Scenario.
Sparatakos crouched in the undergrowth next to his other escapees. He touched his forehead-brand as he contemplated their situation. They were Roman gladiators, all of them. Each man among them had fought and killed in the arena - not the grand Coliseum in Rome, but in arenas nonetheless. There had been ten pairs of fighters, some the traditional slaves, such as Sparatakos himself, others freeborn Romans who had wanted to win some glory in the ring.
Two nights before, they had been inside of a trade caravan that their ludus had been traveling with. In the middle of the night, when they had set up camp, they had been set upon by men that seemed like ghosts - they drifted silently through the night, never stepping into the light of their fires. In the confusion, Sparatakos and five others had managed to escape - taking much of their fighting-gear with them on the way out.