He had heard the shout and turned to find the source when he saw the well built woman hurl a spear in furious rage.  He tensed for a single heartbeat and pivoted on the ball of one foot, turning to the side instinctively in hopes to provide a small target for the swiftly sailing spear.  It was during the second heartbeat where he realized the spear was not moving in his direction but instead towards the other northman that had spoken to him only moments before.<br/><br/>He was too far from everything to do anything that mattered so all he could do was simply watch the entire event unfold.  When the commotion had died down he approached Volrath even as his gaze lingered on the attention that was being given to the restrained woman that had thrown the spear.  She certainly had a pleasant enough appearance and certainly had some fire.  It was the kindof fire that would have gotten her passed around every member of the raiding party.  After being used by thirty sweating men over the course of a few hours, only the hardiest of women would still have that fire.  He doubted such a thing would occur here as these romans seemed more concerned about rules and formalities than simply doing what must be done and taking what deserves to be taken.<br/><br/>He stood alongside Volrath, still watching Lucious with the woman on the ground, even as he spoke to the fellow Northman in their native tongue.   “You are well?  Seems you have earned the ire of that one.”   Speaking in a tone that suggested he was amused by the entire event.<br/>