<strong>Ammon in the Ludus.</strong><br/><br/>Ammon looked down at the brand along his arm, an odd feeling stirring in his stomach. Among the gladiators at the Ludus, he was one of the more recent to attain the title of gladiator. No longer seen as a dog, he was now respected by his brethren and in his final test? Had killed the man that he had been set against, and truly proved his ferocity in combat to his brothers. At this point in Ammon's career, he'd fought constant matches for a year. All of them ending the same, Ammon ending the contest brutally and quickly. He was quickly proving to be a crowd favorite for both his good looks & his combat prowess. Men said that Ammon wasn't unlike the god Mars on the field of battle, while women swooned and desired to have the gladiator take them. However currently, he was lost in his own world and considering the brand on his arm. It wasn't enough to be undefeated, it wasn't enough to have the crowd at his feet. There was more desired by the 25 year old gladiator. Freedom was chief amongst his desires, which led to him saving his winnings after each and every fight. No there was something else that drove the young man.<br/><br/>The champion of the ludus, Rioghan. Ammon desired his title, and the honor that would come with uncrowning him. Unlike many others, Ammon didn't fear the Celt, he relished the opportunity to see him on the field of battle. There was a level of respect for the man, he was one of his brothers. However Ammon would speak plainly to him, and made no secret his desire to become champion. All he could do at this point was continue drawing audience favor, and winning his matches until there was no choice but to place him against the damned Celt.<br/><br/>Ammon opened his eyes slowly, pacing back and forth across the sand as he considered the wooden target standing before him. Twirling the two heavy wooden swords he held, Ammon took a stance before he began to launch a flurry of attacks at it. Expertly moving the weapons with precision and grace, each blow landed on the target rocked it as Ammon's controlled fury was a sight to behold. Eventually his exhibition ended with him on one knee and having landed a brutal backstroke at the target before straightening up and looking around the training grounds.