Yannis walked to the weapons rack. It wasn’t his usual task to retrieve weapons by any means though he could guess why Regulus might send him. More testing. He retrieved a standard gladius, tested the edge to make sure he didn’t give him a dull one. Whether it was Mettius’ or not, he didn’t really care. Close enough to what he was used to using. He brought him a hoplon style shield as well, an insult though Yannis would argue it was because the man needed the extra defense.<br/><br/>“Only an idiot tries to fight the battle of a dead man,” Yannis said to him softly. Mettius glared. He took the gladius. Yannis moved to hand over the shield next and that gesture proved to set Mettius over the edge. Instead of taking the offering, Mettius drew the short sword and started to bring it down on Yannis. The man had enough sense to block the blow but rage was now fueling Yannis as well.<br/><br/>Yannis gave the big brute a shove from behind the shield to throw him off balance. Mettius staggered and Yannis was able to slide the shield into position better, using it to defend when the man came back for more. Disorganized chaos. Yannis had to wonder what their Dominus had been expecting after sending him to hand over the weapon. Both men were sloppy. Both men ended up bloody and bruised and the more it carried on both men seemed intent on causing grievous injury.<br/><br/>“You dim-witted camel fucker,” Yannis snarled, swinging the shield as a blunt weapon. It connected with Mettius’ off shoulder, but the man was trying to use the opening to swing the gladius under the open space beneath Yannis’ shield.