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Rise of the New God
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The crowd roars. MARCUS (30s, in modern jeans) stands alone against ten massive gladiators. LANISTA (Mocking) Where is your armor, boy? Marcus doesn’t move. He snaps his fingers. Suddenly, the gladiators’ iron swords HOVER out of their hands. MARCUS Wrong century for a fair fight. With a wave of his hand, the swords melt into liquid metal, swirling into a silver orb above his palm. The stadium falls into a deathly silence. The Emperor leans forward, terrified. Marcus begins to LEVITATE, rising fifty feet above the sand. MARCUS I’m not a gladiator. I’m the new god of Rome. [SCENE END]
Style
Fantasy
fantasy, fiction
Characters
Mark
Santa Claus
Simón Bolívar
