<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, brought to a halt~</strong></em></div><br/><br/>Her face would not register surprise as Aulus snapped the handle of his whip apart, effectively giving him twice the weaponry now. Yet she was. It also gave her just that split second pause enough to indeed have her free hand holding the sword to be wrapped at the wrist. Caught in the proverbial net, she would give a scream of rage that echoed through the training yard, already working on a step that would take her at a run towards the Soldier, yet he was quicker.<br/><br/>She felt the stream of energy he created at his twist of the whips, knew something was coming, but she couldn't stop it. Her right arm she managed to keep stiff enough as to not allow his counter to hit, yet the left fist with the whip wrapped around was not so successful. She started to try to unwind the tether, but it was to late, and not of her own volition her clenched fist came up to hit her hard just at the side of her nose, causing her to tear instantly. He was quick on his continuation of his attack, and it was just as she heard a female voice wash through the hot sandy air that Aulus managed to yank her forward.<br/><br/><br/><strong>"Stop. Desist now. Stand apart and drop all weapons, I am moving to the sands. Do as requested and you shall not be punished"</strong><br/><br/>With a snarl she fell face first to the sand, yet she was quickly scrambling up again, managing to free her left hand of the whip and using it to unwind the right now as well. Still she gripped her sword, even as Livia spoke of dropping all weapons. It took a few moments for it to register that it was the woman who was barking orders, and NOT the Dominus. Slowly she would pull herself upright, bared, dirty breasts tipped with tight nipples heaving. Almondesque eyes would narrow, green hues staring out from sweaty strands of ebon hair, the ends curled and stuck to the curve of her waist, the sweet swell of hips barely clad with a loincloth. Her stare at Aulus bore promise of another time, another meeting of skills.<br/><br/>Lifting her chin, she would toss the sword to the sands, her hot emerald gaze sweeping the training yard for Ammon. Had he witnessed the fight, or had he simply held disdain for the entire thing and made his way back to the baths? Why did she even care? She found she wanted the sight of him, of his dark angry eyes upon her. Still she heard his voice in her ear, felt his hand upon her arm, before this had even started. In silence she would wait for the woman to come to them, seeking only the Egyptian.<br/><br/><br/>