~<strong>Doctore, getting things back under control</strong>~<br/><br/><strong><em>SNAP</em></strong>The crack of the whip echoed through the training yard, the Doctore snapping orders quickly. “ Gladiators! Back to your training!” A deep stare would be given to Ammon and his actions, yet no words of reproach would issue forth. None were needed. Quick eyes would settle upon the newcomers, gazing across Berengarius, Cingetorix, and finally Ryann. Curling his whip back up, the handle would be pointed towards the baths, his deep tone directed at the three. “ All of you. Bathe. When that is finished, you will eat. Then you will wait upon the pleasure of the Dominus.” His hard gaze would settle upon Ryann for several long moments, before sure strides were taken to stand before her. “ You...woman. You will be housed in your own cell..but you will bathe and eat with the men. You are to be trained as a Gladiatrix, and you will live as one. If you do not survive here, you are not worthy to bleed upon the sands of the arena..” With that he would turn his back upon her, setting his gaze upon the Gladiators that had gone back to their training.<br/><br/>~<strong>Ryann, her fate settled</strong>~<br/><br/>Only a sharp hiss would fly forth from a snarl as her flesh heated and stung from the smack of sword across a tight ass cheek. A glare of angry green eyes moving from the still choking slave and the guard who had struck her. Yet she remained in line, and she was left between the two men Berenagrius and Cingetorix. The wild woman and the timid girl were carted off, even as the sound of the Doctore's whip brought her attention towards the man.<br/><br/>She didn't deign to look at Beren as he spoke to her again, attempting it seemed to calm her, be kind even. Why was he doing this? This giant of a man seemed to have taken an interest in her welfare, seemed even kind, but could she trust him? At this point in time, she knew not to trust anyone.<br/><br/>Her piercing gaze settled once again on Ammon, staring at him through dark dirty curls, seeing his gaze locked upon her as well. She heard the Doctore speaking, yet the Egyptians cocky grin brought a snarl to  her own lush lips, and it wasn't until the Doctore stood directly in front of her did she pay full attention to the man. As she was told that she would sleep in separate quarters but that she would live amongst these warriors, her smile faded somewhat. Trained as a Gladiatrix? She was no wilting hothouse flower, and having grown up with brothers knew how to take care of herself.. but this? The Doctore's last words sunk in, and she took in a slow breath.<br/><br/>Survive here, survive these men. Prove yourself.<br/><br/>Slowly her strong shoulders would pull back, her chin lifting, tossing errant strands of black from her face. The way to the baths was pointed, and she would pause momentarily. Finally, with a full grin, as she stood there on the sands, she would grasp what was left of her small loincloth and rip it free, dropping the tattered cloth to the ground, standing naked in front of them all. Without a word, she would stalk towards the baths, taut thighs working, tight ass shifting with each step.<br/><br/>A bath would be lovely..<br/><br/><br/><br/>