<strong>In the Ludus</strong><br/><br/>Ammon's eyes wandered back to the woman, noticing her increasing agitation and the anger she felt from his statements. Crossing his arms over his chest, a savage smile overcame his features when she attacked & throttled the slave. Laughing loudly at this turn of events, he looked towards one of his fellow brothers and said quite loudly<strong>"Ah! I like a woman with fight in them, it means their cunt is as tight as a virgin's!"</strong>Licking his lips some at the show, and his eyebrow perked up when the large man had made his presence known and split the two slaves apart. The woman's fury was something to behold, somehow reminding Ammon of his own anger that he constantly dealt with. One thing she'd have to learn however, her gender got her no leeway in regards to treatment from tested gladiators especially not Ammon. Until the Mark was properly earned and the slaves were tested in proper battle? They were all the lowest forms of shit walking the planet. That went for stunningly beautiful women as well.