~ Guard Captain Burrus attempting to snare the animal ~<br/>~ Ludus training grounds; Infirmary hut ~<br/><br/>With a moment of heavy breathing expanding his broad chest, Burrus would remain poised in the death delivering position for a moment longer. Exotic sapphire eyes watching the pict woman carefully to the point of narrowing into tight slits as she drew upon the sands. Despite her desecration onto the arena fit for the Gladiators alone, the sword would not fall upon Sorcha. Though he would refuse to lower it until she was secured again. The Medicus had finally spoken words of good note, even though the guard captain at first responded with a low grunt.<br/><br/>“Silo,” his voice barked to the healthier of the two guards present, who immediately stood to attention. Though he had of course, been stealing several glances at Cariad. Unlike the Captain, he could not control the urges of his cock so strictly. The new slave had a bountiful body and as she stripped down, his mouth was already watering at the sight of her full breasts. It took the captain's voice to bring him back to his duty.<br/><br/>“You heard the Medicus. Fetch the swine cage.” A cruel sneer turned his upper lip, “I trust that is fitting for the likes of this one.” As he barked a short laugh, the other guard snickered in return before stepping out to retrieve the object. The short Silo knew exactly which cage his captain had meant. It had housed a rather fat swine before the Domina made the abrupt order to have it roasted and stuffed in time for a rather large and equally spontaneously arranged feast.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Guard Captain's boot would kick at the sand in front of Sorscha, spraying the grains over her bloodied drawing. “Your blood is not meant for these sands wench,” he barked. Burrus didn't care to read her pictogram, or even acknowledge that it was, what it was. To him it was archaic, not a sign of intelligence or the will to communicate. “You do not belong on these sands. The likes of you serve few purposes. I would see you sent to the mines or better yet, bring me coin from the pits. Be thankful I am not your Dominus pict wench. Be thankful he would rather see your life forfeit.”<br/><br/>Silo would return moments later carrying the cage, which was going to force the pict to remain crouched. It was big enough for a pig at least, and had been crafted well to endure the protests of an animal. Burrus believed it would suffice when chains had not. Moving aside, he decided to continue to treat the woman as an animal. Using the wooden practice sword, he poked the tip at her back, and circled round to grant her the path towards the cage alone. Silo opened the gate, and stood ready to close it.<br/><br/>“In,” Burrus demanded simply, ready to whack her again if she tried anything too smart for her own good.<br/>