<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, It's ON!~</em></strong></div><br/>Even as she and Aulus fell, her mind was working on her next move. She knew that Ammon had left the sword used by his defeated opponent upon the sands, and she knew where it was. She also had the advantage, managing to stay tightly locked upon the Legionaire, making it to where his body took most of the impact. Her head she had tucked tight against his back at the base of his neck, and she managed to release her arms just at the moment of the ground connecting with their descent. Lithe agility allowed her to roll away from the man, coughing from the dust, scrambling quickly up and already searching for the weapon she knew to be there.<br/><br/>Green hues searched through the settling cloud, and vaguely it registered in her seething mind that there was silence around them. Yet the sun was causing the dropped blade to gleam, and she was leaping towards it. In a single swoop she was upon it, snatching it in a tight grip, and whirling to face Aulus. Blinking hot dust from her teary gaze, she stumbled a bit, the shock of the impact still upon her, noting that the Roman seemed to have the same problem. The wind stirred long raven tresses about the dirtied beauty of her face, and she had a moment, just a slight moment of..<em>I should plait my hair...</em>...but it passed quickly.<br/><br/>Aulus was slightly dazed, and even though she was quite aware of the fact that this was a soldier trained, she took that slight bit of weakness and attempted to use it to her advantage. Close enough to him it took no more then three bounding steps to bring her close, her final one bringing her into a slight leap as she accompanied the move with a jab towards his exposed neck...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>