<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br/><br/>Ammon's arrogance while well earned, also knew no bounds. However two men were spared from this side of the man. The Doctore who had trained and molded Ammon since his first day in the ludus. As skilled, and as dominating an opponent Ammon was. He knew it'd be foolish to attempt to raise sword to his Doctore. More importantly, the Doctore had long ago earned his respect. While the man could be harsh and unforgiving, he was fair in this behavior and so when the man gave him a stern look? Ammon knew it was imperative to keep his mouth shut, leaning his head back and standing straight nothing else was said from the gladiator as he breathed in slowly and allowed the Doctore to resume with his business.<br/><br/>The other man? Was his master, Manius. This respect was more out of necessity as opposed to anything else. Insubordinate slaves could very well be killed, and while Ammon had more than earned his worth in coin? He didn't dare for a second believe that even he could be spared from the master's wrath. However when the master made his presence known before the Doctore had even had his turn with the collective? Ammon had instantly straightened up and stood in line in a manner not unlike the rest of the loyal gladiators that were assembled. It took all of his considerable willpower not to smile when the burly new meat was put into his place, granted Ammon had plans for the man of his own. Any little victory however would be deeply cherished.<br/><br/>One of the new meat caught Ammon's attention however. The man was quiet. Seemingly watching and taking in everything that was happening. He didn't seem overtly affected by anything, and this caused Ammon to tilt his head to the side for a moment. Of the new meat? Based off of that, and despite the somewhat defiant aura he got from the man? He seemed the most likely to be inducted into the brotherhood, and while Ammon held the deepest reverence for all who bore the mark? That also would mean a potential rival, Ammon was going to become champion one day. There was no question of if, only when. Would this man pose a threat to him if he were inducted. That remained to be seen, for the moment however the man earned the slightest little sliver of Ammon's respect for keeping his mouth shut about the proceedings. Especially at how he didn't break eye contact with the master, this was filed into the back of Ammon's mind for later use.<br/><br/>When Liliana arrived at the Ludus and overlooked the gladiators, Ammon briefly glanced up in her direction. She was a fine woman to behold, that was certain. However he was used to wealthy women such as herself coming to get closer looks at the gods of the arena. This merely brought a smirk to his face as his eyes lingered upwards for a moment. Cunt and conquest, the two things that drove Ammon most in life it seemed.<br/><br/>However his gaze was averted, as he could see the new gladiatrix as she was deemed out of the corner of his eye gazing at him. Looking back towards her, his dark eyes rested on hers and the intense look she gave him? Caused a beat of excitement inside of the Egyptian and his face didn't bear a smirk now. No grin, just a savage stoic look before she revealed herself to all of the parties assembled. His eyebrows actually shot up at this daring displayed by the woman and he took in her beauty for a moment before catching his breath. It was decided inside of Ammon's mind, this woman? Would be a worthwhile diversion.<br/><br/>After all of the distractions however, Ammon decided to resume his training. Taking up two wooden swords, and calling over one of the men to challenge him. The man bore a sword and shield, and charged forth at Ammon unwisely with a low sword slash. Stepping over it, Ammon twisted elegantly and rained down heavy blows upon the man's shield before twisting once more and knocking him to his back with a thrust kick. Unsatisfied with this challenge, he frowned a bit before allowing the man to rise back to his feet and beginning his onslaught once more.