<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br/><br/>When the Doctore made his presence known, Ammon moved into formation and stood straight up with his arms by his side. His head held upwards as he breathed in slowly. The Doctore had long since earned his respect, he remembered the brutal days of training. For all parties involved? He was a hard man, but for Ammon because of his willful nature and free tongue? Their relationship had started out quite violently with Ammon frequently having to be punished and beaten for his insolence & arrogance. However the Doctore was a gifted teacher, and he had learned much from the man. Ammon's eyes wandered to the new lot of potentials, and he couldn't help but sneer at the sight of them. They were a mangy lot to be sure.<br/><br/>Ammon considered each of them carefully, sizing them up for a moment and smirking for a moment before looking away from them and back to the Doctore. Cracking his neck gently, Ammon looked over at Rioghan's direction for a moment and perked up an eyebrow. His brother of the mark had grown too comfortable with his title, but to the man's credit he never grew content and took every match seriously. That'd make him a difficult opponent to best as he was constantly striving to improve himself, not impossible but highly difficult. It seemed that he too shared his content for the new meat. However, Ammon took another look at the new potentials and tried to pick out which of them in his eyes would wind up in the mines. Which would wind up dying, and which would recieve the mark and be counted as brothers.<br/><br/>Or...sister, it was rare to see a female gladiator however Ammon's eyes rested on her for a moment and unable to contain himself he merely spoke in a confident sarcastic manner,<strong>"This woman? Is she to practice sword with the brothers or do her talents lie in other arenas?"</strong>Giving a quick kiss in her direction before reassuming his position.