Muscular gentlemen come to bother him

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Elsewhere in town, Milo is taken to the arena prisons, where he can enjoy a delicious broth at the local cafeteria. Except that suddenly, some big,

“Hey, Celt!”
– Yum yum yum…
– Hey! Answer when someone talks to you!
- What do you want?
– My friend there is Thrace. And you killed his brother in the arena on the island of Britain.
– Oh yes, it's annoying, but I was told never to leave any Thracians behind…
– Stop making shitty puns right now or I'll say "You know nothing, Jon Sn."
– No no no it's really heavy, everyone does it to me, it's forbidden, I don't want to hear it from this c level executive list film, hop.
– Ah, hey, we can make predictable puns too.
– Very well. Since that's how it is, I suggest we have a fight.
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And so, the fight ensues. Milo manages to temporarily get rid of his assailants thanks to his quick little fists, at least until the local guards arrive and calm everyone down. The slave trader, who was obviously right next door, arrives to lecture his men about how, oh my goodness, it's bad to let riots break out: gladiators should fight in the arena, outside, it just damages the merchandise. If only he found the jerk who organizes fights between his own slaves and then locks them in the same room to see if they'll get mad at each other! But hey, I say that, but I'm not an expert: I've never had slaves. Only trainees. And everyone knows that's irrelevant: the slave, on the other hand, has a chance at a better life if he runs away.

If I hadn't posted a picture of my abs, I'd no doubt have gotten some complaints in the comments. It's done, a little attention now.
No matter. Milo is therefore put in a cell with another gladiator, a great warrior with ebony skin who welcomes him fraternally:

"I bet two rations of wine on your Thracian opponent, the Celt. I lost because of you."
– …
– You want to play tough? Very well. As for me, my name is Atticus. I am the champion of all the slaves you see here. And at the next games, I will have the right to a duel: if I win, I will be free. And you, what is your name?
"We're going to kill each other in the arena. I won't give my name to those who try to kill me."
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But Milo doesn't have his cliché detector with him, otherwise he would know, because there's obviously no shortage of them: during his first training session, the Thracian, grumpy after his fight with Milo, tries to cowardly assassinate him, but Atticus saves his life. So, during a completely pointless scene where it's about the gods and their plans, Milo reveals his name: oh really? So you're not going to kill each other anymore? You changed careers and you're opening a pastry shop? I missed something.