She was trying so hard to remain calm, when all around her all she smelled was blood, and sweat, and the scent of fighting men. Made her blood sing it did! Made her body quiver, her nostrils flare. Luigsech let go a shaky breath, rolling her strong shoulders slightly, glancing again upon the balcony before holding her breath as she heard words spoken.<br/><br/>Words that were most assuredly directed at her. Her jaw would clench, the skin shifting as she ground her teeth, fire blue eyes staring now upon Volrath. Slowly, oh so slowly fingers reaching for the chain that was attached to the shackles of her wrist. “ Whore...” it echoed through her brain, careened through every muscle within her, a few more links gathered, a simple twist of the wrist to wrap those links around. “  Leave some of the whore..whore...whore...” it was all she was hearing, even as Lucious began to recite expectations. Yet as the house trainer came into view the words receded and it all became white noise. Her stare now settled upon Lucious, and his lips moved, yet no words came out. A quick look to both sides of her, seeing the training staves along a wall. Yesss...<br/><br/>It would take but a few split moments, what she does. Her head would cant slightly to the left, looking first to the trainer, her lips tightening, as well as the arm and hand wrapped in chain. Then her attention would focus all on Volrath, before she would simply explode into action. With a shriek born from battle it would begin, and what followed would surely mean her demise. But she didn't care. None spoke of her in such a manner. Her hand would flip one more time to tighten the chain even as she gave such a harsh yank it pulled the slave next to her right off his feet. Surprise and strength worked with her as she ran scuttled backwards the few feet she needed to get to a training stave, snatch it up, whirl around in a show of raven locks and supple flesh, and hurl the stave towards Volrath with deadly accuracy.<br/><br/>She watched the missile, hoping it hit its mark. If it missed, no matter. She'd made a point. If she was killed for this action, no matter. She would no longer have to be surrounded by fools and Romans!