<strong>Ammon in the Sands</strong><br/><br/>He didn't look in Ryann's direction as she spoke. Only narrowing his eyes very slightly when she said his opponent was to be bladed. She, would pay for this day. He would make sure of that. Still what could he do aside from comply? When the dominus turned to him, Ammon merely looked in his direction and recieved his instructions. Pick his opponent? That much would be easy, and he could remove a potential future thorn in his side in one fell swoop. Nodding, he stated flatly<strong>"Yes, Dominus."</strong>All the while planning to cut the man's throat, still one death at a time and right now? Ammon needed to choose the next to die.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, he paced slowly until stopping at a bald headed man of a more brutish build and size in comparison to his own.<strong>"Aelius."</strong>He said as he pointed in the man's direction,<strong>"We'll have contest."</strong>He waited for the man to make his presence known as he went to pick up a sword and held it out for the man. His face ever defiant, although he knew he'd have to be defensive to avoid the blade. Even despite his skill? The other man held the advantage. It wasn't just that he was armed, and Ammon wasn't. The man had a longer reach in comparison to Ammon which was augmented by the blade's reach. He'd have to utilize speed to win this, but once his opponent was disarmed? Ammon knew this day would be his.<br/><br/>He stood a good distance from Aelius, as the man had a hold of the sword, as well as a shield over his left arm. Taking in a small breath, Ammon would wait until they were given the go head before the two would collide.