<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, cornered by Ammon~</strong></em></div><br/>Languishing within the warmth of the water, Ryann allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing that it would be short-lived. She hadn't been within the walls of this Ludus even 24 hours and already it felt like a lifetime. As the heat and the gentle sounds of lapping water settled about her, she realized just how tired she was, felt every pain within her muscles from the fights she had been in, felt all the cuts in her flesh. Thoughts drifted much as the steam in the air about her, swimming about her mind, visions of the past, present and even future. Yet her quiet reverie was soon disrupted, as she heard the faint sound of bare feet upon stone.<em>Stupid, stupid, STUPID woman!</em>Ryann berated herself as her head whipped around, seeing Ammon striding towards her.<br/><br/>So fierce he was! His long dark hair framed exotic features, the candle light glistening off his mocha flesh, causing each muscle in his powerful frame to be magnified enticingly. For a minute moment she took in the sight of him, the very essence of bared male perfection, and couldn't help the hitched in breath. His words however caused her to scramble. Green eyes would widen as he began menacing steps towards her, and she was moving, heaving herself from the bathwater to hasten and place the wall behind her, standing knee high within the roiling water now. Her gaze whipped about, searching for anything she could use as a weapon, seeing several small soap pots, strigils and sponges. Shifting her piercing gaze to the Egyptian again she would snarl, simply accepting her fate quickly. A lowered stance her body would take, glaring at Ammon as each muscle tensed, readying for him. Water beaded off tightened nipples, wet strands of dark hair clinging to her face and shoulders.<br/><br/>Her voice was a low growl as she responded, Irish brogue bounding off the stone of the bathhouse, teeth clenching as her hand curled to claws. “<strong>Fine then. Come if you will! I will NOT go down easily I assure you, and though you may kill me, I PROMISE you, you will be left with my mark upon your flesh!!”</strong>