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Spartacus: Vengeance – 2.10 – Wrath of the Gods

(I am so, so sorry that I ever questioned this show’s dedication to utter insanity, y’all. I will never make such a sad mistake again, because this was everything a season finale should be and so much more.)

The rebels spend another cold night atop Vesuvius, overlooking the firelit Roman camps below. Their own supplies are running low, both firewood and food alike. Spartacus has his Gravely Concerned Leader face on, but he eventually breaks into a small smile under the force of Mira’s quiet confidence in him and his leadership skills. Sparty’s glad that Mira is there, as always, to drag him out of his emo musings, and tells her so. Her lighthearted response is nevertheless heartbreaking, when she says it’s “a talent I pray your next woman holds.”

KISS HER YOU FOOL!

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Spartacus: Vengeance – 2.09 – Monsters

PENULTIMATE EPISODE OF SEASON TWO! You guys. Action-packed doesn’t even begin to sum this up. “Pants-poopingly epic” is somewhat closer.

Donar’s innocently having a wee in the woods when BAM! he’s clocked on the head from behind. It’s dark-o-clock in the morning and everyone’s asleep at the temple, except for Nasir and Lugo, who are on watch atop the wall. Well, Nasir’s on watch, anyway. Lugo is mostly just huddling in his fur blankie and dozing off. Nasir pokes at him, trying to keep him awake, but Lugo’s really not feeling it. Leave him alone, little man! Lugo need nap!

bitty baby Lugo is sleepy!

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Spartacus: Vengeance – 2.08 – Balance

We open in the forested countryside of Capua, where Gannicus is leading a blindfolded and hand-tied Ilithyia through the trees. She’s filthy and a little bruised, and is wavering between terror and outrage. She’s smart enough to fear Gannicus, having seen him dispatch a good dozen of her husband’s best men without a single scratch left upon him, but she’s also pretty set in her “Romans good, slaves bad” ways.

Gannicus hears the sound of approaching footsteps, and removes both her blindfold and bindings, cautioning her to act normal and follow his lead as a trio of hunters emerges from the trees. Gannicus gives them some Banbury tale of “his wife” being thrown from a gimpy old horse on the road to Pompeii, and, by the expressions on everyone’s faces, this is maybe the least believable lie ever told in the history of falsehoods.

tiny gladiator panties on FIRE!

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