Aulus movement was like professional dancer using poised technique and fluidity to allow maximum effectiveness of the whip like it was a part of him.  If one was to describe his style of fighting from and outsiders view it would be compared to a snake charmer grasping two aggressive cobras in his hands guiding them through his ambition and need to defeat his opponent.  Men blessed by Mars only strived for victory, and while this god’s puppets numbered in the few, even one was dangerous enough to call even Rome’s attention should he fall from his path in serving the legion.  This fight did not need require Rome’s attention which left Mars free to enjoy his creation’s dance of death.  Unfortunately however, all fights even one so vigorous such as this had to come to end, which would be declared by the sound of a woman in the upper balcony.<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/>By the time she had demanded that they cease their fight Aulus had already finished his move to bury the female gladiator into the sand.  The sand erupted like a small volcano creating a small gust thanks to the influence of the wind toying with their fight.  When the move was complete his attention turned to the woman who demanded they stop. He had only caught a few glances of her during her arrival and during the time he was with the company of guests, unfortunately circumstances which included the guest from before (Lilianna) and trying to be granted an audience forced him to be unable to socialize with her.  Strange that she would order him as if she owned the estate.  Perhaps she was the Domina after all?  Mars would definitely sneer at her rude intervention in stopping his fun, but perhaps for now he was settled for the blood his servant had already spilled.<br/><br/>Now perhaps was the best time for his toy to recuperate before he damaged himself beyond a measure that would affect his combative capabilities permanently.  He noticed for a brief moment the female warrior unraveling his whip’s tails.  Even if she did it was no matter since he could just as easily recall the ends way quicker before she could unravel them.  Aulus had to admit that seeing her almost at the brink of being nude attracted a softer side of Aulus, replacing the adrenaline and battle lust that was granted by the god of war himself.  He was careful though, for she carried the most dangerous of their two weapons.  Seconds would pass though before he would witness her disarming herself, letting the sand bake in the sand and sun.  She had met her part of the ordeal, now it was time to meet his.  A couple twists of his wrist were required to bring the snake of a whip back to life pulling the tails back to their master’s side.<br/><br/>The whip coiled back into its’ master’s hand.  When the threads had recoiled they rested in a vertical figure eight shape so to allow him to properly tie to his uniform without any of the whip escaping from its resting place.  Unfortunately the women demanded that he drop his weapon, which to the legion would consider blasphemous.  He remembered his father told that Spartan mothers would tell their sons to come with their shield or on it to remind them that cowardice or abandonment of your weapon was the greater sin, leaving one to live a live a life of shame. That was not Aulus, he never abandoned his men, nor his weapon.  Seeing however that even if he dropped his weapon he could recover it eventually after this woman had left, after all she was stepping down to the arena floor to join them.  He looked to his weapon one last time stretching his arm out sideways at a horizontal position letting his hand lose grip to his weapon.  When it dropped to the sand it felt like a minutes had past leaving behind a quiet and slow atmosphere for him while he awaited this usurper’s intervention.<br/>