Lucious had barely finished his little greeting speech before trouble came about. He over them, and found the one that looked up to trouble. It was simple enough to see, her lips tightened as though she were about to snarl, and his eyes trailed down her arm as it tensed. Decades of battle made it obvious to see what she was about to do, but there was no weapons of any real danger within reach, and so he was in no real hurry as he walked forward with his hand moving down to the whip.<br/><br/>A loud shriek boomed out from the fierce woman, her supple flesh nearly enough to dissuade even the old General from thinking she wasn't capable of what she attempted. His hand came up from his hip, the firm leather grip held tightly, the stave picked up as though she intended to hurl it. Not about to allow her to harm his employer he intervened. With a compat motion, along with a strong flick of his wrist the whip snapped out, two feet of leather cracked loudly through the air, enough to make anyone in the courtyard flinch as it raced toward it's target.<br/><br/>The whip wrapped around her forearm four times in the blink of an eye, the very end snapping back on itself rather then biting into her skin, but the impact would be fairly jarring. Before it could unwrap itself he pulled back hard with one hand on the handle, and the other on the the whip a foot away from his body, the force enough to yank her around like a top. All this without breaking stride, which would brought him up to her.<br/><br/>Intending to take his orders seriously he reached out with his left hand, grabbing a fist full of raven hair. Pulling her neck back so she would be focused on her balance he wrapped his right arm around her, grasping her hip firmly as his forearm pressed into her. With a jerk of his head he summoned forward two guards that heard their commands, to shackle her. The younger of the two grabbed her by the wrists and jerked her arms straight out by stepping back, the second locked the shackles to them.<br/><br/>No longer needing to hold her in that way he moved to the letter of his command, his right hand moving from her hip. His rough palm rubbed down her pelvis and between her legs, reaching deep between them, cupping her pussy entirely. After giving her a few rough rubs, the heel of his palm grinding into the little nub of her clitoris. Of course he doubted Marcus had in mind that he actually molest the slave, but warrior women had a certain appeal, he wanted to hear her squeal in surprise or pleasure.<br/><br/>"You have forgotten my third warning so quickly. Blood, it is your existence, rule it or it will rule you." He spoke harshly into her ear, his voice filled with disgust at her weakness. Not that she couldn't stop him, not even that she couldn't kill whoever it was that she intended to stave for. But that she didn't push down her desires, and focus on her quest for blood, which would ultimately earn her the thing she desired.<br/><br/>In any case it didn't last long, four of five firm grindings of his palm up and down over her and he removed his hand from between her legs. Lucious grunted as he walked away, not watching as the slave would be pushed back into line. He would keep an eye on her, she had potential if she could learn to harness her bloodlust.<br/><br/>"It is a woman, Marcus." He shouted up at the balcony without any hint of what he felt, showing no signs that he did or did not enjoy his task, merely stating a fact.