While Murmex was gone he viewed more fencing by young aspirants matched against accredited Palace-school trainers.
When Murmex returned he had him matched with the best of these tiros.

But, almost at once, he called to the _lanista_: "Save that novice! Murmex will kill him, even with that lath sword, if you don't separate them." He then had Murmex pitted against a succession of experts, each better than his predecessor.

Murmex acquitted himself so brilliantly that Commodus cried: "I must try this man myself." He stood up and stepped down from the dais.

Then he spent some time in selecting a pair of cornel-wood fencing-swords of equal length and weight and of similar balance, repeatedly hefting the sword he had chosen and repeatedly asking Murmex whether he was satisfied with his sword, whether it suited him; and similarly of the choice of shields.
When they faced each other they made as pretty a spectacle as I had ever seen: Murmex stocky, so burly that he did not look tall, square- shouldered, deep-chested, vast of chest-girth, huge in every dimension and yet neither heavy nor slow in his movements; Commodus tall, slender, sinewy, lithe and graceful, quick in every movement and amazingly handsome.
They had made but a few passes when Commodus exclaimed: "You show your training: it is some fun to fence with you." After not many more thrusts and parries he called out: "Be on your guard! I'm going to attack in earnest." There followed a hot burst of sword-play and when both adversaries were out of breath and stepped back and stood panting, Commodus praised Murmex highly.
"You have the best guard I have ever encountered," he said, "steady-eyed, cautious, wary yet quick too, and always with the threat of attack in your defense.

You are a credit to your training." When they stepped forward again Commodus commanded: "Attack now, attack your fiercest and show your quality.