<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Though the man she had willingly and quite lustfully spent time with had perhaps spent the night worshiping Caer Ibormeith ( Celtic Goddess of Sleep), Ryann had troubles. Oh, her body was willing enough, both sated and wonderfully sore, but her mind caused her to toss and turn. Ammon had gotten to her, ans this could be fatal, she very well knew.<br/><br/>So it was with a heavy sigh that she met the cock's crow, and a snarl to the rising sun. But the shout from the training yard brought her fully back to exactly where she was. She did not recognize the voice that yelled for all the Gladiators to make their way upon the sands, so at first she simply was but another in the line of slaves making their way to the yard. Yet she went with chin high and shoulders set, ignoring the harsh glowers and spat out curses directed at her. There were plenty of the men that did not want her there, and it was obvious they would try their damndest to remove her from the lists.<br/><br/>None of that mattered. She caught a glimpse of Ammon, and his steely gaze though not directed at her in the least, brought her resolve even higher. She was here to become a Gladiatrix, and she would do it, or die. Her own green hues finally made their way to the man who had called them to the sands, and she froze.<br/><br/>Standing before her, obviously just set within the position of Doctore, was her enemy Aulus. Her hands clenched, her nostrils flared, and every muscle in her body tensed. How could this be? How could she possibly make herself known as a prize of this Ludus with this pathetic filth 'teaching' her? She had already taught him just the day previous had she not!? The Gods were mocking her!