<strong>Ammon in the baths</strong><br/><br/>Events unfolded quickly, the two bottom feeders briefly had a standoff before Doctore made his presence known. Ammon cared not for the outcome, he knew the two would be punished. If the two were to meet in the arena? Ammon would obviously watch, however a man was nothing without training.<br/><br/>Even if one came from a background of violence and fighting? It was a different thing to face a man in ear, it was another entirely in the arena. Fighting techniques changed, as did the frame of mind. A gladiator typically had no choice but to fight differently from an enlisted man. Whereas when you were in the army? You may fight with hundreds of men at your back and sides, against just as many. In the arena? It wasn't uncommon to fight one on one, or in smaller skirmishes. So thus more specialized form was needed, as was the ability to fight off wild beasts if needed.<br/><br/>However Ammon had finished with his bathing, and with that he sttood and made his way out of the water. Before gathering a fresh loin cloth, Ammon dried himself off somewhat before clothing himself and heading out of the baths. Glancing towards the female for a moment before shrugging it off.