Lucious waited in silence, expecting the arrival of the slaves to be soon. The Gladiators he looked over were frustrating him somewhat, too many mistook their tongues a viable weapon. Such warriors displeased him, every bit of energy they wasted flapping their tongues like they were pleasuring some cunt was pathetic to his senses. They were slaves that would buy their freedoms one at a time through blood alone, and they failed to realize that their energy would be better spent preparing themselvs to spill blood.<br/><br/>Which is why they were slaves, and not Soilders.<br/><br/>With an exasperated sigh he turned at the distant sound of the slaves, and waited for them to be lined up before he would present himself. A few of them caught his eye, potential. There was no surprise in him that one of the few he saw potential in was a woman. It was somewhat rare, but if she was given the chance she could spill blood. Briefly he glanced up at the balcony, curious if her master realized this or if he would mistakenly take the woman into his house and expose his family to her.<br/><br/>Shaking his head slightly he moved himself in front of the slaves, his attire typical for a warrior, save for the breastplate that was very much above any of the gladiators. "There are three things you need to know." His voice, clear and strong, barely needed to be raised to reach all of them. "Firstly, you are all at the mercy of this house, forget this at your own peril." He took only a brief pause to catch their reaction, and briskly moved on.<br/><br/>"Second, forget who you were, it will only weigh you down." He turned his eyes slowly to those he knew to be future Gladiators then, expecting that the next part would be the most important. Lucious pulled his spartha from it's sheathe, and held it vertically over the middle of his face. "Third, those of you that will touch a weapon need to keep only one thing in mind. Blood. It is now your every reason for existance. Why do you beathe, eat, sleep, move, train? Blood. Remember this, or you will be preyed upon by those who don't have your weakness."<br/><br/>Lucious swiped the blide out to the side, a perfectly angled cut through little more then air, and then slammed it to the hilt in his scabard. Without so much as a facial twitch he turned and looked up the master of the house.