Spartacus: House of Ashur

- -! - Yeah!

You are the first stone

and the foundations for elevation of the House of Ashur.

Those who will fall They are in front of me.

Let the Ferox brothers enter.

- -! - Oh!

That toad is pet of fucking Marcus Crassus.

Apologies, Gabinio, was not considered.

I will double the efforts

to ensure a unexplored spectacle...

and have a revenge in the future.

Let us contemplate the glorious future.

Ah! Swear, call me Dominus and fight in the arena.

Earn your freedom over her.

- Aquilea. -Dominus.

"Spartacus: The House of Ashur."

"Abandoned."

Hey!

Tarco. You lower your shield before attacking.

Raise it... or your brain will cover the sand.

Yes, Doctor.

Take your place.

You fight with vigor.

This house is located lack of champion.

A position I plan to claim.

Well, to be a champion,

first you must win to the acclaimed father.

A company still far away.

For now, withered old man.

Crazy shit.

- You let your guard down. - And it was for a good reason.

We feel the sting...

of the loss.

We saw a revered champion fall

on the sand

at the hands of the sick Proculus jackals.

But...

just as the sun breaks at dawn,

also the House of Ashur

will clear the darkness of indignity.

They will no longer subjugate us the chains of history

Not even fucking tradition.

We will delve in unexplored territories

to satisfy the desire

of the audience with somewhat exotic offers.

But how will he be satisfied the growing thirst?

There is only one capable

to satisfy the desire of such a voracious mob.

Behold,

to Aquilea.

The goddess of death.

Shut your fucking tongues and listen to your Dominus.

Keep training, shitty animals

Doctor.

See that Aquilea be instructed.

Dacus,

sword and shield myrmilon style.

Yes, Doctor.

The woman looks like my mother.

A despicable bitch.

That explains a lot, brainless idiot.

- A fucking woman, father. - Concentrate...

And raise your guard!

Erato!

Go with Aquilea.

A languid member would be a more worthy adversary.

Load the damn log.

Tarco.

Go with Aquilea.

Yes, Doctor.

Do I treat her as an opponent or with the most delicate conviction?

That's what I was going to do ask me about you.

Vain words make let swords clash.

Begin.

He is in shape, don't you think?

- Yes... Dominus. - Mm-hmm.

- -! - Oh!

You had already fought...

but none is equal to me.

The fucking shield is a useless weight.

You will address me as Doctore.

Bring the shield.

It is not an article May it benefit me, Doctor.

You will do what I tell you.

Aquilea,

stay still

And accept the correction.

Dominus.

The moment has already passed.

Continue.

Start.

Ah!

Does not grant the respect that the title of Doctore demands.

Respect is not granted, is taken.

Instruct Aquilea in our ways and you will see

that the grunts give way to elusive glances.

A lesson that cannot discern a mad dog.

Respond with a whip until the tongue is appeased.

What if the beast is not tamed?

Spartacus ever It was wild.

With will and the teachings of Oenomaus was tamed

and became champion of fucking Capua.

A result that I will replicate.

It reflects nothing but promise of disappointment.

- Are you fucking Dominus? - I'm not.

But you complain...

as if the glorious title

would belong to you.

I only say what eyes observe experienced.

It's just fucking clay...

that your hands will shape.

Forge it in the fires of this ludus,

- harden it quickly to the purpose. - Fast?

Aquilea has just begun to train.

Fact of minor consequence.

I want it ready for Ludi Apollinares games.

- Did you secure a position? - Maneuver towards that end.

So...

We cling to a fantasy.

As safe as waking up every damn day.

I'll see it done...

and I will claim the long-awaited contest

against the brothers Ferox again.

Conjectures that the people do not will turn against us.

For presenting something new?

For breaking tradition

when a damn woman enter the sand.

Tradition is a word revered

by whom They pursue mediocrity.

The House of Ashur will work his own way...

and will fornicate until oblivion to whoever gets in the way.

Dominus...

A message arrived from Rome.

Ah! At last.

The mighty Crassus he deigns to respond.

Apologies, It is not from Crassus.

Whose is it?

Fucking Julius Caesar.

A worthless man that the name given

to emerge from the pussy of his mother.

Still, he's a quaestor, isn't he? Renowned position.

Fuck the position.

Caesar throws his own shit and declares it manna from paradise.

Are these words of woe?

Some.

He destines us, and to our men,

to the Appian Way, towards an undesirable task.

Are you not a free man, just like Caesar?

And, as such, it is not obliged to grant.

I am free before the republic, but not in wealth.

Crassus is an honest boss and Caesar, his fucking servant.

We must open our mouths...

and swallow the anointed member.

Move the car away from my fucking nose.

A horrible spectacle.

See so many hearts that They no longer pulsate under those breasts.

The rebel army that shook to the powerful republic

reduced to rotten meat under the vengeful sun.

Idiot.

We are gladiators...

We are not fucking slaves.

You will be what I like to order.

Cretic has the mind of a foolish child,

but speak truthfully.

The place of a gladiator

it is on the ground of a sand.

It is the duty of a quaestor attend the Appian Way.

Caesar's tongue finds grip on Crassus's butt.

You have to put up with one to earn the benefit--

Wait.

That brand.

This man was a champion

of the House of Batiatus.

Gannicus.

Gannicus!

Gannicus! Gannicus!

I crossed paths with him once.

After claiming freedom in the sand,

before falling between Spartacus and his rebels.

An unfriendly and drunk guy.

Much to my liking.

He accepted his destiny, as every man should.

His death is a favor for one always haunted by passing...

transgressions.

Take him to the fucking cart.

Dominus.

One, two, three...

This man was a god of the sand.

His skill was rivaled only with that of the Rain Bringer.

Two legends born of our ludus.

And now we don't even have the lowest position in games.

How far has it fallen this fucking house.

Come on.

Do you dishonor these walls?

- I only improve them. - Hmm.

That beast,

Is it from your homeland?

Apedemak.

God of war and conquest.

Do you pray to him?