~<strong><em>Ryann, waiting to be judged~</em></strong><br/><br/>Her vision was filled with the sight of well muscled men, and jade hues gathered it in with hidden delight. Oh indeed, she could very much enjoy the appearance of a well made man. Her nostrils flared at the scent they exuded, and though a shudder of desire ran through her strong yet supple frame, none would know. She had come to a halt along with all the other slaves that had been purchased, and quickly her eyes went to the balcony above... searching. Even as the Doctore snapped his whip with perfect precision, and the already established Gladiators fell in line, her sight was for the balcony alone. Her body was rigid, waiting for the Lanista to gaze upon her, and her alone. She cared not for the others that had made the trip with her..<br/><br/>The wild woman was but a beast.. nothing of the trained warrior in her. Though Ryann could appreciate some qualities in the Pict woman, there was simply nothing there worth Ryann giving notice too. The smaller flaxen haired girl, Ryann knew very well what that one would be used for. Quiet and well mannered. Obvious house slave. The man, handsome, sleek, she had noticed his eyes sweeping over her. Yet he was of a mind much as she, it seemed. He searched out everything.<br/><br/>As she stood at attention as the warrior she was born and bred to be, her ears heard the words uttered in her direction. She had been amongst the Romans long enough to pick up enough of the language to get by, and as she heard Ammon speak, her fierce gaze fell swiftly upon his as he spoke, catching the 'kissing' gesture he aimed at her. Oh he was beautiful, dark, big.. wondrous. Yet he held no respect... this must change..<br/><br/>And of course, as Ammon spoke, others had to join in with the remarks. As each one wafted through the air, her eyes would sweep over each offender. There would be no sign that her body was becoming tighter, coiling like a spring, ready to erupt. A subtle cant of her head would occur, and the sound of the voices taking up the call of Ammon's initial taunt would work into the background, as next to her, a young man chained with her among the slaves that had been purchased, a choked snort would be allowed to escape. It would be this sound she would respond to. It would be this young yet obviously strong man that would pay for Ammon's transgression.<br/><br/>Slowly her head would lower, ebony curls sweeping to cover her face, hiding the look of fury. The shift of her feet would surely go un-noticed, for it was the barest of movements, her knees bending in the slightest angle. Her fingers were working to grip the chain that ran between her shackles, grip them tight as the taunts rang through the hot air. And without a word, in sheer silence she sprang, her arms lifting to wrap the chain she clutched around the throat of the young slave that had dared to join in the barbs directed towards her. As his throat was confined quickly and harshly in steel, as his chokes became prominent, a foot came out to sweep his out from under him, and as he fell, she was falling atop him swiftly. She would soon be seen amongst the flying dust cloud straddling his chest, her teeth gritted in a fierce, gleeful snarl, her emerald hues gleaming with the fire of the kill, her back arched to thrust out ample globes as her arms flexed under the strain of choking the life out of the offending slave.<br/><br/>It didn't matter that she would surely be punished for what she was doing. It didn't matter that she might even be killed for it. It only mattered that this one would pay for daring to think she was less then what she really was...<br/><br/>The warrior daughter of the Ard Ri.