With the combatants now chosen Aulus would finally be given the pleasure of seeing his for gladiatorial match.  The only regret carrying with him that he and his father could not be with him this day, but gods willing he would still enjoy this evening.  The match however did seem a little one sided from Aulus’ perspective.  First of all, one with was completely unarmed while the other carried both sword, but surprisingly Aulus had more confidence in the Egyptian (Ammon).  Even when robbed of the only weapon in this match he showed neither focus nor concern to that fact.  His confidence seemed to interpret that perhaps he knew exactly what to do in order to win this fight.  It gave a sense of satisfaction knowing that this was going to be an interesting fight just be the look on the fighters themselves. During this time of preparation though that didn’t stop Aulus from taking another look at the woman whom had chosen the contenders.  He remembered having given a slave some water only to be interrupted by another slave and given the cold glare of this one.  This stare though was not intimidating for him, for they were one of many when he was in a war, a glare of a warrior.  It did leave him however with questions in his mind related to her origin.<br/><br/>Such thoughts and question however only remained for a brief moment, for the match was about to commence.  Aulus returned his focus to the two warriors as they were about to unleash the results of their training upon one another.  Stances, technique all were different from Aulus’ style which gave him more reason to focus on the match.  The need to watch though was encouraged not by his Roman’s perverseness to watch blood being spilled but by the cursing influence of Mars upon the young man.<br/><br/>And so the match would begin.<br/><br/>Aulus had his eyes focused first on the man(Aelius) wielding the one weapon.  Chances were he would be the first to attack since he carried the only means to kill or severely wound in one swing.  The slave however decided not to swing and not once but twice.  Even Aulus could note that using the same attack twice is dangerous making the attacker predictable.  A folly that the Egyptian (Ammon) was smart to realize.  His movement and technique were perfectly executed to not only disarm the armed gladiator but even put him to the floor.  Each punch flung at each other boiled his blood, his free hand resting on the balcony curled against the railing, fingernails clawing at marble.  Perhaps though the most eye catching moment before the end was when Ammon had bite into his enemies arm tearing at his flesh.  A technique he could never imagine doing but it does have its effectiveness.  Seeing all the blood wet the sands aroused a sense of him created during his time in the East.<br/><br/>Even deep within his soul resided the cruel effects of war.  It was his thirst for blood, much like any other Roman.  To the citizens the thrill to watch it being spilled in games is satisfying enough, however for soldiers they kill and some chosen by Mars himself will be cursed to relish it with no means of redemption.  Aulus had done well to try to control his skills and thus his sense of spilling blood but by simply watching these games they were like needles that toyed at him in attempt to drug his mind into the soldier he once was.  The only means to combat this lust available to him were but his water and the distraction of the other guests, including the one female gladiator.  Each time he broke away from the sight of the game it would allow him to breathe easier and calm his soul……<em>Mars’ ass I had a feeling this would happen….</em><br/><br/>The fight however was coming to a close.  With but a simple foot to Aelius’ throat Ammon emerged as the victorious of this match.  It was a good bet he had put on him seeing that he was a very capable warrior.  Mars would love to get his hands on a warrior such as him, if he was Roman, unfortunately Egyptians had their own gods.  Watching the end however didn’t phase Aulus in the slightest, having been in so many battles he had seen similar if not worse ways to die.  Taking one sip from his goblet of water, a craving for another cup came to his mind to help him battle this scorching heat.  Surprisingly when he turned his head to meet where the female gladiator had stood she was no longer there.  Had she departed? It was no matter in the end, until a mere second later.<br/><br/>As his head followed shortly be his body began to turn for but a brief moment he saw a body charging towards him.  Nothing could be done to avoid the body, considering the distance between him and the attacker and the lack of notice from others.  The collision would be sudden and momentous forcing him to move over the railing with the attacker.  For but a second before the impact he could seen an enraged eye thirst for revenge; and eye that he once had as well.  The body had to have been a women judging from the impact against his back, with arms wrapped around him the body could only be hugging him as they fell, and with that came the feeling of her breasts against his back.  As they plummeted his body spun in a circular motion so as to redirect his area of impact to avoid any broken necks, are ligaments.  What felt like minutes were in reality only seconds as they fell to the sand floor of the training grounds.<br/><br/>The impact created a small but feasible dust cloud that bloomed and spread from the impact site.  Aulus had landed on his left shoulder which caused only minor damage to his body.  Good thing he was not wearing heavy armor otherwise the metal plating could have shattered his bones.  At the worst he will have a very bad bruise the next few days. That of course didn’t leave out massive lack of balance and inability to get up even.  His eyes still remained opened as they stared into the sun’s glaring light, all he could do was role his body away from the glaring light.  Even on his knees he face difficulty stabilizing his balance leaving him to falter to ground once if not twice.  Even until the point of standing up his body could not remain still but even while his upper body began to falter he would force it back up once more stand erect and ready for whatever this women meant to do next.  If he could recover faster than her then perhaps there was a means of subduing her without permanently damaging her.<br/>