OUT of CHARACTER Name: Shaz Other characters: nope (briefly played Agron in the visitor event)
Content Warning: This app - and the Spartacus series as a whole - features content that some may find triggering, including rape and lack of consent issues. Relevant sections will be marked with further warnings!
IN CHARACTER Name: Gannicus Fandom: the Spartacus series Canon point/AU: 03x05, during the Fall of Sinuessa.
" Gannicus? The man is a jest, inciting more laughter than awe! " Gannicus cuts a rather tousled, scruffy figure with shoulder length hair complete with a fine array of tangles and braids. Tanned, half-bearded, constantly grinning and the proud owner of Capua's Smuggest Chuckle, one would be easily fooled into thinking that Gannicus was less of a threat than he really is. Of course, this would be a gross mistake; Gannicus stands the only gladiator ever to have earned their freedom in the Capua games and proudly bears the title of God of the Arena - both for good reason. Whilst still a gladiator in the House of Batiatus, Gannicus tore his way through a battle royale of twenty other gladiators to stand the sole victor. It was pretty gross (<- cw gore). He's supremely confident in his own abilities but won't shy away from injecting some good old fashioned fun into his fight if the crowd screams loud enough. He's a showman, a thrill seeker, and fighting in the arena had provided with all the benefits a man could want for (sex, alcohol) whilst not having to deal with any of the responsibilities or 'burdens of choice and conscience'. A pretty fine set up, that after years of blood and butchery had led him to his crowning victory in the arena and earning his rudis.
And yet, winning his rudis and his freedom didn't mean Gannicus would ever really stop fighting. With the Roman Empire now his to roam, Gannicus still returned repeatedly to fight in the arena - this time in exchange for money, and with it drink and prostitutes. The screams and adoration is intoxicating, sure, but not as intoxicating as actual wine poured for you by a whole bevvy of the Roman republic's cheapest whores. Ever the hedonist (and subconsciously missing the thrill of fighting in the arena) Gannicus was happy to return to killing for the Roman public as long as it kept paying him in coin, women and alcohol.
" We are slaves, burden of choice and conscience equally removed. We are truly free when we fight. Or when we fuck! " From the very outset Gannicus's primary concerns in life have been fighting, drinking and having a hell of a lot of sex. His long years as a gladiator have left him apparently revelling in the fact that he is "free" to pursue these three as much as he likes, despite it being at the cost of other freedoms. The glory and honour of being crowned the Champion of the House of Batiatus - and later the Champion of Capua and a true God of the Arena - is a good reward for a life time of slaughter, but it isn't the only reward: whilst he was a slave, Batiatus rewarded Gannicus constantly with drink and women, and he still relishes in both with equal enthusiasm. Later, when finally a member of Spartacus's rebellion, he primarily concerns himself with women and alcohol and shrugs off any idealism in favour of base pleasure. It's partly habit, yes, but also something bleaker: Gannicus's hedonism has always ultimately been a form of self-medication and distraction from the larger issues at play in his life.
" 'Tis a mad fucking plan - the sort I favour most. " Gannicus is a trained killer - a warrior through and through - but not that you would particularly know to talk with him. Outwardly, he's carefree, easy going, quick to laugh and doesn't outwardly seem to take anything in life - or death - all that seriously. He's no stranger to foul language and dirty jokes, and carries his humour with him even in to both the arena and the battlefield. He is under no illusion about his own abilities and prowess in combat and - added with his sense of showmanship and his complete lack of fear - Gannicus is unapologetically arrogant. But hubris, as his old Doctore once pointed out, is often possessed by those about to die.
Motivations:
" Even when freedom was gained, shackles of what I had done to those I loved remained. " Despite the outwards persona of the arrogant, care-free gladiator-turned-free man, there's a deep current of guilt and bleak sadness that runs through his core. Brief flashes of it are seen on occasion - Gannicus can be prone to voicing moments of cynicism and bleakness when talking of necessity, history and his own guilt - but for the most part Gannicus smothers them in alcohol, hedonism and laughter.
CW: rape, assault [ A good deal of Gannicus's issues stem from his actions whilst under the roof of the House of Batiatus. Being presented for sexual assault by a male Roman (and being told that he should perform sex acts on him if ordered to) leaves the usually smug and shameless Gannicus visibly horrified and humiliated. In a cruel (and typically Roman) twist, the sex acts he is ordered to commit are inflicted upon Melitta - one of his closest friends (and his best friend's wife) and the two are forced to have sex in front of a group of Roman's for their base entertainment. For all that carefree attitude he had displayed when it came to sex, Gannicus is completely revolted with himself and the situation he and Melitta were forced in to. Never mind that he is a victim of rape himself (he was entirely unwilling to have sex with Melitta and had no way of escaping it), here Gannicus is prevented with a problem that for once he "cannot drink, fuck or fight his way free of". The guilt is overwhelming - and made even more so when he later develops feelings for Melitta in spite of his deep friendship with (and her marriage to) Oenomaus and their shared trauma. ] end CW
When Melitta then dies (in Gannicus's arms, with the pairing about to have sex while Oenamaus is away from the ludus) it's unsurprising that Gannicus is as self-loathing as he is. After all, he has betrayed his best friend by falling in love with his wife then held her in his arms while she died a horrible, bloody death by poisoned wine in the very act of adultery. Gannicus is consumed by guilt at every turn, and after being reunited with Oenamaus after gaining his freedom all Gannicus ever wants is to win his forgiveness by any means possible. When Oenomaus rebukes his attempts to gain forgiveness - saying to him "you are a man who stands only for himself, who would betray the gods to gain what he desires" - Gannicus is broken hearted but resigned enough to agree with Oenomaus's assessment: he knows he is a terrible, awful human being and he certainly doesn't deserve his best friend's forgiveness. Not in this lifetime.
" A man must do what he can, to brace against the shit of a simple day. " With all of the knowledge above, it's unsurprising that Gannicus should self-medicate with alcohol and sex as much as he does. For all his outwards conviviality, Gannicus is at heart a lonely, messed up man who only really knows how to deal with his problems through sex, violence and alcohol. In joining Spartacus's rebellion Gannicus manages to find some way of quashing all the guilt and blackness within, as he strives to somehow gain Oenomaus's forgiveness. It's for Oenomaus that he joins the rebellion - he spends his first interactions with Spartacus attempting to persuade him to break the rebellion off (in order to save his followers - namely, Oenamaus - from the certain death that Gannicus knows is at the end of it). Gannicus even goes so far as to kidnap one of the most important and influential women in Capua and present her to Spartacus for execution in order to try and convince the rebel leader to disband the army. It doesn't work, but Gannicus is no less convinced that they won't all die because of Spartacus's lust for vengeance. His own death is not what Gannicus is at all worried about - just Oeanomaus's death. The death of the only man he has ever truly called a friend, who now hates Gannicus almost as much as Gannicus hates his own past.
It's this internal self-hatred that pushes Gannicus to be the man he is: he fights, he takes deadly risks, he pushes himself closer and closer to the brink that divides madness and stupidity. He isn't too bothered about dying as a result of it - as he often points out: it's only death that he truly deserves.
" See end to vengeance, and with it the suffering of all those caught between you and such desires. " Gannicus isn't a part of Spartacus's rebellion because he's an idealist - as far as he is concerned, Spartacus is probably going to end up getting all those who follow him killed. He thinks overthrowing Rome is an impossible task and nothing short of madness - and yet he remains with the rebellion. He isn't a revolutionary - although he claims to sometimes believe in Spartacus's cause 'of a day' - he's just there to atone for his sins. Oenomaus believed in Spartacus, and so Gannicus is compelled to take his late friend's place and lend his swords to Spartacus's mission. By the time we see him in War of the Damned Gannicus has been repeatedly refusing to take any place as a general in Spartacus's army: he fights, he drinks, he has a hell of a lot of sex, then he fights again when asked to.
Setting: One more arena. One more spectacle. It's nothing new for Gannicus - he has lived as a slave for too many years and killed too many other gladiators to find any of the Hunger Games surprising or new. It seems like it will always be in man's nature to pit people against each other in a fight for the death. Gannicus never truly believed that Spartacus would be able to overthrow Rome, and here is the proof.
Gannicus will surrender himself to the spirit of the Games - especially considering that his victims will return again to the Capitol alive and well. By some strange machinations of the gods death is now rendered trivial; whilst Gannicus had one of the more prominent ethical compasses of the rebel army he was certainly selective about his morals when it came to killing, and now he will have the freedom to be even more so. Fighting in the arena will give him purpose and drive - for all that lovely freedom he earned by winning his battle royale in the arena there is a large part of Gannicus's identity that is made up of the ingrained sensibilities and coping mechanisms of a gladiator. In the past Gannicus has willingly volunteered to go into the arena to kill his own best friend (who was condemned to death ad gladium) on the insistence that he can give him a good, well deserved death. In the Hunger Games arenas he will hunt others down, he'll choose his fights well, and he will give anyone and everyone who comes looking for him a glorious, bloody death.
However, this isn't to be mistaken with any kind of willing compliance with ruling power of the Capitol on Gannicus's part, no matter how much it may outwardly seem as such. This is just how Gannicus works: he inwardly thrives on the thrill of combat, and he's fairly cynical about freedom. "No man is ever truly free" according to him - if he's going to be a gladiator once more then he's going to make sure he's a damn good one.
An interesting thing to note is the upraised two fingers so commonly seen amongst the rebelling districts in the universe of The Hunger Games is actually considered a sign of defeat and submission in Gannicus's world - a thing that Gannicus will not hesitate to point out (and find grossly amusing) if the situation arises.
[ Fire. There had been fire. And something else - something that had leapt in lines and blinded him and cracked like splintering wood. The air had been filled with light and the smell of something hard and unnatural and left him stiff and seized like a statue as his skin bubbled and blackened in front of his very eyes --
Gannicus had never been afraid of death and now, on the other side of it, even less so. What he feels now is surprise - the light and the fire had thundered down from the sky like the fist of the gods. Like lightning. A hand runs curiously along the skin of a bare forearm, clean and soft and far from the blackened flakes he had seen it reduced to under the heat of the unnatural lightning that had rained down upon him in the arena. More magic and dreams. He lives, seemingly unharmed, but now with the fierce memory of pain unlike anything he had ever been dealt before. Of what it had felt like to die.
He doesn't know where to address these thoughts of his that he is supposed to spill. Instead Gannicus casts his gaze all around the room, grinning, announcing to nobody in particular: ]
So death is but mockery here?
[ He laughs heartily, but teeth bared and eyes not quite as amused as the laughter would suggest. ]
Who has made it so? What manner of man rules you, turning Afterlife into fucking jest?
Prose:
That was it, then. The rebellion had failed. Rome had lived on and on, as Gannicus himself had always suspected it would, and here it was now. Alive and kicking and putting slaves to work in the best way it knew how: killing each other. Gannicus counts himself lucky that he hadn't laboured for too long under Spartacus' delusions; Rome lived, unharmed and unchanged, and slaves still died for their entertainment to this very day.
Not that the bleak realisation made itself known in Gannicus's expression. Grinning and nonchalant, Gannicus stood tall with his head high and his shoulders back amidst the arrayed weaponry of the training floor. Dwarfed by the sheer enormity of the room, Gannicus took his time in moving silently around the weaponry on offer. He was in no hurry: theatricality was the one last bit of power that still lay in Gannicus's hands and he was smugly determined to hold on to it. Surveying the racks with a hum of appreciation he at length chose a set of short swords - gladii, or something like it - and hefted them thoughtfully in each hand.
Slowly lifting his gaze to grin fiercely at the watching Gamesmakers, Gannicus takes in their curious expressions. No salute, no obsequiences to his new masters - this wasn't the arena of old, there were no hails to be found here. Just these newly fashioned Romans, watching as Romans always did when it came for good men to die gloriously.
"Step down from lofty position and join me," He called up, one gladius uplifted in invitation to the Gamesmakers upon the balcony, and smiled disarmingly as he added: "That I may better show hard-earned skill in person!"
What is your character scored: Eleven or twelve. Gannicus is a pure gladiator - a "God of the Arena" - and has absolutely no qualms in committing all his strength and training into securing victory. For nearly his whole life Gannicus has been killing - glory and the pursuit of eath (and the distraction from his own life that it brought) was his sole purpose and the only value by which he was considered worthy. He knows how to make a flashy, crowd-appeasing kill designed to draw the crowds into a blood-frenzy and there's very little that will knock him off his game when it comes to slaughter - except killing children and the defenceless. He's well accustomed to harsh living and surviving in tough environments (from snowstorms to baking sun, he has fought and killed in all kinds of harsh weather) and isn't about to take failure (or defeat) lightly. He's killed a man blind-folded and he's well known to have a streak of "madness" about him - Gannicus happily (and often laughingly) throws himself into battles against apparently insurmountable odds without any apparent regard for his own life.
Whilst Gannicus's preferred style of fighting involves two gladii in a style known as Dimachaerus, Gannicus is able to turn his hand to just about any blunt melee object. He's well trained in hand-to-hand combat - from Greco-Roman wrestling, to simple strangleholds involving legs and thighs - and has even been known to willingly discard his blades against a sword-weilding opponent to engage him with punches and kicks, despite being repeatedly told what a stupid (and potentially costly) move that is. Gannicus has already fought his way through a bloody battle royale of twenty other gladiators to become victor and was awarded his freedom - even though these arenas are going to be longer, harder and with fresh challenges, Gannicus still has the mindset of a gladiator.
That said, for all his capabilities Gannicus is going to have some obvious weaknesses: he is largely defenceless against anything technological, so will be at his weakest against grenades, mines, bombs and any kind of electrical-based weaponry. Coming from a time period where the most advanced weaponry is really just normal weapons that have been set on fire, Gannicus is going to have a steep learning curve when it comes to the advancements that come with the current setting.
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Name: Shaz
Other characters: nope (briefly played Agron in the visitor event)
Content Warning: This app - and the Spartacus series as a whole - features content that some may find triggering, including rape and lack of consent issues. Relevant sections will be marked with further warnings!
IN CHARACTER
Name: Gannicus
Fandom: the Spartacus series
Canon point/AU: 03x05, during the Fall of Sinuessa.
Journal:
PB: Dustin Clare
History: fandom wiki entry <- cw for violence, sexual assault, general awfulness; much shorter character history on wikipedia <- cw for sexual assault
Presentation:
" Gannicus? The man is a jest, inciting more laughter than awe! "
Gannicus cuts a rather tousled, scruffy figure with shoulder length hair complete with a fine array of tangles and braids. Tanned, half-bearded, constantly grinning and the proud owner of Capua's Smuggest Chuckle, one would be easily fooled into thinking that Gannicus was less of a threat than he really is. Of course, this would be a gross mistake; Gannicus stands the only gladiator ever to have earned their freedom in the Capua games and proudly bears the title of God of the Arena - both for good reason. Whilst still a gladiator in the House of Batiatus, Gannicus tore his way through a battle royale of twenty other gladiators to stand the sole victor. It was pretty gross (<- cw gore). He's supremely confident in his own abilities but won't shy away from injecting some good old fashioned fun into his fight if the crowd screams loud enough. He's a showman, a thrill seeker, and fighting in the arena had provided with all the benefits a man could want for (sex, alcohol) whilst not having to deal with any of the responsibilities or 'burdens of choice and conscience'. A pretty fine set up, that after years of blood and butchery had led him to his crowning victory in the arena and earning his rudis.
And yet, winning his rudis and his freedom didn't mean Gannicus would ever really stop fighting. With the Roman Empire now his to roam, Gannicus still returned repeatedly to fight in the arena - this time in exchange for money, and with it drink and prostitutes. The screams and adoration is intoxicating, sure, but not as intoxicating as actual wine poured for you by a whole bevvy of the Roman republic's cheapest whores. Ever the hedonist (and subconsciously missing the thrill of fighting in the arena) Gannicus was happy to return to killing for the Roman public as long as it kept paying him in coin, women and alcohol.
" We are slaves, burden of choice and conscience equally removed. We are truly free when we fight. Or when we fuck! "
From the very outset Gannicus's primary concerns in life have been fighting, drinking and having a hell of a lot of sex. His long years as a gladiator have left him apparently revelling in the fact that he is "free" to pursue these three as much as he likes, despite it being at the cost of other freedoms. The glory and honour of being crowned the Champion of the House of Batiatus - and later the Champion of Capua and a true God of the Arena - is a good reward for a life time of slaughter, but it isn't the only reward: whilst he was a slave, Batiatus rewarded Gannicus constantly with drink and women, and he still relishes in both with equal enthusiasm. Later, when finally a member of Spartacus's rebellion, he primarily concerns himself with women and alcohol and shrugs off any idealism in favour of base pleasure. It's partly habit, yes, but also something bleaker: Gannicus's hedonism has always ultimately been a form of self-medication and distraction from the larger issues at play in his life.
" 'Tis a mad fucking plan - the sort I favour most. "
Gannicus is a trained killer - a warrior through and through - but not that you would particularly know to talk with him. Outwardly, he's carefree, easy going, quick to laugh and doesn't outwardly seem to take anything in life - or death - all that seriously. He's no stranger to foul language and dirty jokes, and carries his humour with him even in to both the arena and the battlefield. He is under no illusion about his own abilities and prowess in combat and - added with his sense of showmanship and his complete lack of fear - Gannicus is unapologetically arrogant. But hubris, as his old Doctore once pointed out, is often possessed by those about to die.
Motivations:
" Even when freedom was gained, shackles of what I had done to those I loved remained. "
Despite the outwards persona of the arrogant, care-free gladiator-turned-free man, there's a deep current of guilt and bleak sadness that runs through his core. Brief flashes of it are seen on occasion - Gannicus can be prone to voicing moments of cynicism and bleakness when talking of necessity, history and his own guilt - but for the most part Gannicus smothers them in alcohol, hedonism and laughter.
CW: rape, assault [ A good deal of Gannicus's issues stem from his actions whilst under the roof of the House of Batiatus. Being presented for sexual assault by a male Roman (and being told that he should perform sex acts on him if ordered to) leaves the usually smug and shameless Gannicus visibly horrified and humiliated. In a cruel (and typically Roman) twist, the sex acts he is ordered to commit are inflicted upon Melitta - one of his closest friends (and his best friend's wife) and the two are forced to have sex in front of a group of Roman's for their base entertainment. For all that carefree attitude he had displayed when it came to sex, Gannicus is completely revolted with himself and the situation he and Melitta were forced in to. Never mind that he is a victim of rape himself (he was entirely unwilling to have sex with Melitta and had no way of escaping it), here Gannicus is prevented with a problem that for once he "cannot drink, fuck or fight his way free of". The guilt is overwhelming - and made even more so when he later develops feelings for Melitta in spite of his deep friendship with (and her marriage to) Oenomaus and their shared trauma. ] end CW
When Melitta then dies (in Gannicus's arms, with the pairing about to have sex while Oenamaus is away from the ludus) it's unsurprising that Gannicus is as self-loathing as he is. After all, he has betrayed his best friend by falling in love with his wife then held her in his arms while she died a horrible, bloody death by poisoned wine in the very act of adultery. Gannicus is consumed by guilt at every turn, and after being reunited with Oenamaus after gaining his freedom all Gannicus ever wants is to win his forgiveness by any means possible. When Oenomaus rebukes his attempts to gain forgiveness - saying to him "you are a man who stands only for himself, who would betray the gods to gain what he desires" - Gannicus is broken hearted but resigned enough to agree with Oenomaus's assessment: he knows he is a terrible, awful human being and he certainly doesn't deserve his best friend's forgiveness. Not in this lifetime.
" A man must do what he can, to brace against the shit of a simple day. "
With all of the knowledge above, it's unsurprising that Gannicus should self-medicate with alcohol and sex as much as he does. For all his outwards conviviality, Gannicus is at heart a lonely, messed up man who only really knows how to deal with his problems through sex, violence and alcohol. In joining Spartacus's rebellion Gannicus manages to find some way of quashing all the guilt and blackness within, as he strives to somehow gain Oenomaus's forgiveness. It's for Oenomaus that he joins the rebellion - he spends his first interactions with Spartacus attempting to persuade him to break the rebellion off (in order to save his followers - namely, Oenamaus - from the certain death that Gannicus knows is at the end of it). Gannicus even goes so far as to kidnap one of the most important and influential women in Capua and present her to Spartacus for execution in order to try and convince the rebel leader to disband the army. It doesn't work, but Gannicus is no less convinced that they won't all die because of Spartacus's lust for vengeance. His own death is not what Gannicus is at all worried about - just Oeanomaus's death. The death of the only man he has ever truly called a friend, who now hates Gannicus almost as much as Gannicus hates his own past.
It's this internal self-hatred that pushes Gannicus to be the man he is: he fights, he takes deadly risks, he pushes himself closer and closer to the brink that divides madness and stupidity. He isn't too bothered about dying as a result of it - as he often points out: it's only death that he truly deserves.
" See end to vengeance, and with it the suffering of all those caught between you and such desires. "
Gannicus isn't a part of Spartacus's rebellion because he's an idealist - as far as he is concerned, Spartacus is probably going to end up getting all those who follow him killed. He thinks overthrowing Rome is an impossible task and nothing short of madness - and yet he remains with the rebellion. He isn't a revolutionary - although he claims to sometimes believe in Spartacus's cause 'of a day' - he's just there to atone for his sins. Oenomaus believed in Spartacus, and so Gannicus is compelled to take his late friend's place and lend his swords to Spartacus's mission. By the time we see him in War of the Damned Gannicus has been repeatedly refusing to take any place as a general in Spartacus's army: he fights, he drinks, he has a hell of a lot of sex, then he fights again when asked to.
Setting: One more arena. One more spectacle. It's nothing new for Gannicus - he has lived as a slave for too many years and killed too many other gladiators to find any of the Hunger Games surprising or new. It seems like it will always be in man's nature to pit people against each other in a fight for the death. Gannicus never truly believed that Spartacus would be able to overthrow Rome, and here is the proof.
Gannicus will surrender himself to the spirit of the Games - especially considering that his victims will return again to the Capitol alive and well. By some strange machinations of the gods death is now rendered trivial; whilst Gannicus had one of the more prominent ethical compasses of the rebel army he was certainly selective about his morals when it came to killing, and now he will have the freedom to be even more so. Fighting in the arena will give him purpose and drive - for all that lovely freedom he earned by winning his battle royale in the arena there is a large part of Gannicus's identity that is made up of the ingrained sensibilities and coping mechanisms of a gladiator. In the past Gannicus has willingly volunteered to go into the arena to kill his own best friend (who was condemned to death ad gladium) on the insistence that he can give him a good, well deserved death. In the Hunger Games arenas he will hunt others down, he'll choose his fights well, and he will give anyone and everyone who comes looking for him a glorious, bloody death.
However, this isn't to be mistaken with any kind of willing compliance with ruling power of the Capitol on Gannicus's part, no matter how much it may outwardly seem as such. This is just how Gannicus works: he inwardly thrives on the thrill of combat, and he's fairly cynical about freedom. "No man is ever truly free" according to him - if he's going to be a gladiator once more then he's going to make sure he's a damn good one.
An interesting thing to note is the upraised two fingers so commonly seen amongst the rebelling districts in the universe of The Hunger Games is actually considered a sign of defeat and submission in Gannicus's world - a thing that Gannicus will not hesitate to point out (and find grossly amusing) if the situation arises.
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First Person Thread:
Prose:
What is your character scored: Eleven or twelve. Gannicus is a pure gladiator - a "God of the Arena" - and has absolutely no qualms in committing all his strength and training into securing victory. For nearly his whole life Gannicus has been killing - glory and the pursuit of eath (and the distraction from his own life that it brought) was his sole purpose and the only value by which he was considered worthy. He knows how to make a flashy, crowd-appeasing kill designed to draw the crowds into a blood-frenzy and there's very little that will knock him off his game when it comes to slaughter - except killing children and the defenceless. He's well accustomed to harsh living and surviving in tough environments (from snowstorms to baking sun, he has fought and killed in all kinds of harsh weather) and isn't about to take failure (or defeat) lightly. He's killed a man blind-folded and he's well known to have a streak of "madness" about him - Gannicus happily (and often laughingly) throws himself into battles against apparently insurmountable odds without any apparent regard for his own life.
Whilst Gannicus's preferred style of fighting involves two gladii in a style known as Dimachaerus, Gannicus is able to turn his hand to just about any blunt melee object. He's well trained in hand-to-hand combat - from Greco-Roman wrestling, to simple strangleholds involving legs and thighs - and has even been known to willingly discard his blades against a sword-weilding opponent to engage him with punches and kicks, despite being repeatedly told what a stupid (and potentially costly) move that is. Gannicus has already fought his way through a bloody battle royale of twenty other gladiators to become victor and was awarded his freedom - even though these arenas are going to be longer, harder and with fresh challenges, Gannicus still has the mindset of a gladiator.
That said, for all his capabilities Gannicus is going to have some obvious weaknesses: he is largely defenceless against anything technological, so will be at his weakest against grenades, mines, bombs and any kind of electrical-based weaponry. Coming from a time period where the most advanced weaponry is really just normal weapons that have been set on fire, Gannicus is going to have a steep learning curve when it comes to the advancements that come with the current setting.