The silence before you strike...and the noise after...it rises...rises like a storm. As if you were the Thunder God himself.
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Proximo So Spaniard, we shall go to Rome together and have bloody adventures. And the great whore will suckle us until we are fat and happy and can suckle no more! And then, when enough men have died, perhaps you will have your freedom.
Proximo Shadows and dust. [last lines before he is murdered by Commodus's guards]
Quintus Strength and honor...
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