It was odd the way the young woman snapped at Berengarius, but he understood it. Lock a person up who shouldn't be, and you cage an animal without food. Sooner or later it will bite the hand that feeds it, and much much more. Though her words reminded him of himself at her age, he couldn't help but laugh lightly as she stuck her finger to his chest before he stepped into the baths. His eyes looking into hers as well as his body turning slightly after entering the baths and watching her. Sighing he looked to the younger man for a moment "You are not the talker, that I can obviously see boy. You at least know the right way to start."<br/><br/>Nodding to the man he stood from the bath he was in and walked to Ryann entering the bath with her as he sat on the opposite end. His large bulky body was toned everywhere, and it really meant everywhere. It looked as though he was bred to be a bear and lost his fur. No doubt the child hated him for acting like an older brother, though he was probably as old as her own father. Sighing slightly he ducked into the water and emerged sliding his short hair back as he wipes his arms, and chest, and face clean of the sand that kicked up from the earlier scuffle.<br/><br/>Smiling slightly he shook his head as he took in again what the little Celt had said. He looked towards her, keeping his eyes as much as he could off her body, he was trying to help her not rape her. Though his hardening groin was annoying him in the water, luckily the water was becomingly slightly dirty and cloudy, his almost solid manhood was hidden at least. Looking her over as she bathed he sighed again and grit his teeth, she would be hard to get to that was obvious, but she was right. He would soon face her even if it took years. "Giant....Celt? Bear? Wolf? Animal? These are all likely terms used for us, minus the celt for myself child. As far as you being a child, you are one, you have no discipline in your own body to take one enemy at a time, rather than calling the entire horde on you at once."<br/><br/>Continuing to wash himself he gazed to the man who was washing himself as well, the quiet one. He was a thinker no doubt, but Berengarius figured he had enough demons of his past in his head to deal with the current problems. He no doubt would spring into a fight quicker than most. Though he sat cleaning himself quiet for a moment he turned and glared at the woman again. Though he stared with a concerned look and a complete awe of her youth and beauty Berengarius snapped himself mentally to calm his own lust. He was double her age at least, and he was a piece of hammered meat that was going to die in the Arena's less the fat man would allow him to compete for his own freedom. Berengarius laughed slightly at the whole fucked situation he was in once again.<br/><br/>One set of chains to the next was all it was, he could not wait to be free of them, taking a woman by force would also give him the control. Slitting the fat man's throat would be ten times the affect. "Fighting them all at once, when you could take them one at a time is not courage, nor noble, nor with honor. It is knowing you are committing suicide Celt. What is your name anyways lass? The roman's take to calling me Berengarius, saying it means the Bear Spear. Probably cause it is what i use. My given name of the Bear is Ger'hild Brunhild, meaning that of spear, battle and Armor. I was raised to be a protector in my youth, and now I am a killer. If I shall ever cross blades with you Celt, I assure you that will be the day I meet my end. Taking a child life you must be insane to think I would slit that throat of yours. Besides, your years behind taking on an animal like me." Berengarius looked at her for a moment and winked before smirking and washing his face some more, wiping the dirt and grime from himself from the heat of the Roman's lands. It drove him mad at times.