[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/gods-of-rome-gameloft/images/d/d9/Spartacus.full.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160729202420]What?[/url] "You'd think a message like that would be private." Brutus exclaimed, as a result of receiving the message by over hearing on a nearby radio. Counting out gold pieces from a small sack, his golden helmet emitted a sigh, before placing the sack back and trading over the gold for a shiny looking trident. Despite its shinty appearance however, it was still rather plain looking, as if made of iron. It did not seem to match with his golden looking armor, and neither did the grey, steel perhaps, buckler on his lower back. However, upon hearing the message, he decided to investigate. He slowly made his way through dojoville past a confused crowd who heard it on the radio. If there was a chance to get more sparring in, or make a few more friends he would take it. Deciding that the "fight" part meant they were at the Dojo itself, he began his slow walk, picking up the speed, upon realizing that he blocking the usual bustle of the crowd. This was not like his home city- though he had realized that. As the Golden King's 3rd in Command- he must be in perfect form. His pace picking up to a jog, Brutus eventually reached the location of the trio with a wave. It was actually rather cold, where they were. "You sure you meant to send that?" Brutus asked, "It was kinda... Odd." He was rather far away, and it was more of a greeting to tell them he was three than an actual question. However, it would probably need to be answered anyway.