<strong>Manius and Livia on the sands as he dispatches the accused and the Doctore with all on the balcony watching</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Unaware that is wife was currently gasping her last breathe in the Master bedroom, Manius smiled at Livia’s words before turning his head to respond. “On that note my dear, I think I will let the doomed dog cut me, just so you can tend to me.” He smiled at her and fixed his eyes on her. If only she could see, from his eyes, how much he desired her. He wanted to tell her right now but as he saw her face change from delight to horror as his ears picked up the sound of feet running towards him on the sands he know there was not the time as the sound of a sword could be heard swishing through the air.<br/><br/>The slave had seen his opportunity to strike with Manius focusing his attention on the tantalising Livia. Manius dodge with ease, naturally, even without moving his eyes from the visiting Domina. His confidence the he would not be hit, was foolish however as the blade cut into his left arm. A mere flesh wound, of course, but enough to anger the man. Before he turned his eyes away from the delight that was Livia, he spoke one last time “I hope you are a woman of your word as I have a wound for you to tend, but first I have other business.” The briefest of smiles then graced his face only to be replaced by anger as he began to focus on his task. Not anger at her but at himself for letting the little piss ant get the first blow. He then turned to face the pathetic slave who had all but exhausted himself in his futile attempt to attack his owner.<br/><br/>Before he strode forward to attack his foe, he glanced up at the balcony. All seemed present as he watched them glancing at the display. His stock, that he chose to save, was there along with Matriana and her slave Amplus with Cariad by his side. He was also pleased to see Galo, Nadia and Autolycus but could not make out if Livia’s entourage had joined the crowd at the back or not. He then addressed Matriana, with his usual roar that he perfected long ago when it was his life to entertain the crowds. “This is how we deal with murders at this house. I hope you will enjoy the spectacle as I dispose of this thing that has brought disgrace to MY Ludus.” He then calmed his tone to show sympathy for her lose. “I know that this will not bring back your husband, but I hope this will show to you how much I am sorry for the events that have transpired.”<br/><br/>In the background the crowd could easily see, if they were not watching the fight that the two maids, which had been murdered by Bastian, of which the accused had been blamed for, were being tossed over the cliff. It seemed that evidence of this crime was being removed by the second. This had been a costly day for Manius both financially and emotionally. The emotional part of this equation was yet to be revealed as his wife now lay on the bed her life over as the heat from her body slowly released itself from her dead corpse and her spirit floated into nothingness. Canis would be the one to find her, but that would have to wait.<br/><br/>On the sands the fight had begun. For a man with half his face removed and a displaced kneecap he was doing well. Half blind from the blood from his head, he pushed his eye ball back into his socket. The run had dislodged his kneecap so as he backed away from the advancing Manius, he stumbled a little which gave his master the edge. Manius had already begun to spin the mace on its chain as he held the handle firmly in his grip. It was a two handed mace but Manius could hold it well enough in one. The chain was a good yard long and that the end was a heavy metal ball that was covered in inch long spikes.<br/><br/>The first swing was precise as it struck the right side of the slave’s chest, crushing his lung. He moved a good yard on the sands almost falling to the ground as the second swing connected with his head. The life, within in, could be seen to depart as quickly as the club removed the slave’s lower jam and throat. Gasping for air as the blood spilled onto the sands the final blow from his master came moments later. Striking his neck with full force the slave head detached from his body as it launched itself into the air until finally hitting the sands and rolling to the Dominus’ feet. The Dominus then lifted his leg and slammed it down crushing the skull with only one thump of his mighty foot.<br/><br/>Picking up the headless slave by the ankle, after dropping his mace, he turned to face the crowd. “Are you not entertained” he roared as he turned once again in the direction of the cliff. Within several strides he was at the face and, like he did with anyone who displeased him, he held the man at arms length over the cliff. He then remembered that the Medicus had made a request of him so he changed his mind and walked over to the man’s Infirmary and tossed the body outside his door, before going to stand next to Livia. He turned his head to address the crowd once he had smiled to Livia, of course. He looked for the Medicus to address him and then pointed to the dead body that graced his door. “Autolycus a little something for you to do with as you please.”<br/><br/>Still fuelled with the fire of killing the slave, his attentions then moved to the Doctore. He gestured for him to come to his aid. As the man responded to the order, Manius moved to the centre of the sands and began to look like he was cleaning up the scene as he picked up the slave’s abandoned sword. He smiled at his Doctore to suggest that all was well before slashing at the man’s abdomen. The blade was sharp and it took little effort to cut open the man as his intestines fall from within him. The look of surprise made Manius smile as he remarked “I never suffer fouls and your actions when letting the dogs play in my mess hall is unforgiveable. So die and die painfully you fucker.” He watched as the man fell to the sand and as he bled to death Manius dragged him to the Infirmary door and as he did this he jested to Autolycus “They seem to be piling up. Don’t they?”<br/><br/>With the Doctore still twitching by the door and all silent around him he went back to the centre and addressed Matriana once again. Covered in blood from the two he had just killed, he dropped the sword in the sand and spoke “Now all powerful Matriana, what would you have me do?” He hoped that that was all as he was running out of stock, but as he looked into her eyes he could see the ‘fun’ was just getting started.<br/>