Wikipedia and Yellowfang pop through the time machine into a small valley. Yellowfang tumbles down the brush-spotted slope as Wikipedia hovers above her.

Yellowfang: *finally stops tumbling.* Thanks for the help. *glares at Wikipedia.*

Wikipedia: *cheerfully.* No problem!

Yellowfang stands and dusts herself off. She gazes into the valley, where human workers drag large concrete blocks into piles.

Yellowfang: What in the name of the Dark Forest is goin' on here?

Wikipedia: *floats in front of Yellowfang; gestures around the valley.* This is a small valley located between Caelian, Esquiline and Palatine Hills, in ancient Rome.

Yellowfang: How wonderful. What do I get to mess up here?

Wikipedia: *rolls her eyes.* Hopefully nothing.

Yellowfang: Well what are they doing.

Wikipedia: They're building the Colosseum. 

Yellowfang: How lame. What do they even do in it, once it was built? *watches as workers drag a large block across the clearing; a knight shouts orders, drawing his sword as his eyes linger on one worker.*

Wikipedia: Gladiator battles. *has a smug expression.*

Yellowfang: *nearly jumps out of her fur with surprise.* WHAT? Why can't that stupid time machine take me to a battle instead of this lame place?

Wikipedia: *rolls eyes.* Because the first battle is going to take place. *points her tail at the knight, who has his sword pressed against a worker's neck.*

Yellowfang: *licks her lips* Can I go help out the weak dude?

Wikipedia: What have I told you about interfer—

Yellowfang scampers down the hill, her claws extended and teeth bared as a loud shriek of joy escapes her mouth. She pounces on the knight, her claws scratching his armor.

Yellowfang: C'mon, loser! Let's fight!

Sir Ezra: *picks up the angry cat.* Huh. What is this small beast doing?

Wikipedia floats overhead, casting a worried glance at Yellowfang.

Worker: It must be possessed by the devil. Be careful, Sir Ezra. *is standing behind the knight with his pickaxe raised slightly.*

Sir Ezra: You are right. *holds Yellowfang away from him; she squirms, yowling loudly.* Can someone light a fire? We must get rid of this sickly beast.

Yellowfang: C'mon, I was going to kill you! 

To the workers, all they can hear is 'meow! meow meow!'

Worker: Yes Sir Ezra. *makes walking noises with his feet; stays behind the knight.*

Sir Ezra: *stares off into the clouds; is still holding the 'possessed' cat*

Worker: *swings his pickaxe, hitting the small exposed spot on Ezra's back. The knight collapsed, blood flying out of his mouth.*

Yellowfang: *Squirms out of his grip and bolts toward the side of his valley, eyes wide with confusion.* What was that!

Wikipedia: *hovers above as they slow to a stop.* They killed the knight. Peasants can be quite murderous if you poke them in the wrong place.

Yellowfang: Let's get out of here before they continue with that fire idea. . . *climbs back up to the time machine.*

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