<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br/><br/>Ammon had noticed the new recruits head off to bathe, he knew he'd have to soon enough. In the meantime however, he craved challenge. So he tossed both swords to his sides and cracked his knuckles gently. Beckoning him, Ammon spoke in a quiet yet highly audible tone<strong>"Come at me little man."</strong>The hopeful gladiator looked absolutely puzzled but hesitantly pulled up his sword and shield. Ammon looked into his eyes,<strong>"If you ever hope to bear the mark? All fear must be eradicated, you must embrace both the kill...as well as the certainty that one day you will die violently. Now come at me!"</strong><br/><br/>With that, the man launched towards Ammon bellowing out his fiercest yell while swinging his sword back. Ammon weaved hard to his left, and ducked under the swing before landing a harsh punch to the man's ribs. He managed to catch Ammon with a backhand shield thrust that caused him to stumble. Trying to press the attack despite the pain his ribs, he swung at Ammon once more before Ammon caught the man's wrist with his forearm and drove him back with a thrust kick to the shield. Backing his opponent off of him, Ammon twisted and grasped the shield.<br/><br/>His strength was superior to the recruit's it seemed because he wrenched it away and swung around catching his opponent in the face with the object before tossing it aside. This knocked the man to his back, and he spit out some blood on the ground before getting to his feet. Wild slashes were swung at Ammon who expertly sidestepped the telegraphed attacks before landing fearsome punches to the man's face and and midsection after each blow. Wearing him down, he eventually ended their melee with a brutal uppercut that floored him before pinning him down with his foot to his chest.<strong>"Pathetic..."</strong>Was all he said before stalking off to the baths.<br/><br/><strong>Ammon in the Bathhouse</strong><br/><br/>Ammon made his way into the house, stripping off his effects and setting them in a corner before making his way into a bath. Sinking down into the water, Ammon stuck his head down in the water before flipping his hair back and allowing the water to splash freely. This was done to remove the sweat, grime, and sand from his hair as he took considerable care in washing off the weariness of the day. Ammon could feel some tension in the air, and a smirk played out over his face as he glanced around. Resting his eyes on the large one for a second, he merely chuckled but didn't say anything. The man? He'd know soon enough, however his eyes wandered over to the quiet one for a moment. Perking up an eyebrow, he tried to figure that one out. The man had the right idea, keeping his fucking mouth shut. That rebellious attitude that the man displayed? Reminded Ammon of himself to a degree, which gave him a measure of dislike for the recruit due to that.<br/><br/>However the one who held Ammon's interest the most, was the female. She was definitely attractive. That was certain, it was her stubborn nature that really got his blood flowing however. It was a trait Ammon admired in a woman, and his lips curled into a very brief smile before he noticed the smaller one make his way towards the larger one. Apparently Ammon wasn't the only one annoyed by the man, as the quiet one was in the large one's face taking a swing at him with a stool. This day just got better, Ammon leaned back in the bath with a good deal of his hair in his face before crossing his arms over his chest.<br/><br/>The man's glee was evident as he chuckled some, curious to see how this event would pan out and which man would be successful in this contest and whether or not he'd have to eventually step in at any point.