<strong><em>~Ryann, in the midst of the fight, out onto the sands~</em></strong><br/><br/>Her laugh rang through the mess hall as the silence that had abounded when the giant of a man rose from his bench fell away and the brawl started full on. Angry snarls and flailing limbs intent on harm made their way close to her, and she reveled in it. Seeing Ammon take over Cingetorix quickly, she at first thought the Egyptian meant harm to the man she had been in chains with, but saw this wasn't the case. The both of them soon moved from her field of vision as they made their way out of the mess hall onto the sands, and Ryann turned her attention quickly back to the men surrounding her.<br/><br/>With another barked laugh, her lovely face so alive, green eyes flashing with delight, her hands wrapped around a bench that had managed to be broken, lifting it swiftly to swing in a quick roundhouse to connect to the chest of the nearest man to her. His low growl merely spurred her on as she noted it didn't really stop him, but Ryann cared not. She was whirling again, ducking swiftly beneath a punch aimed for her head, raven locks swirling as she came up with a snakes speed to shove the heel of her hand up against the nose of another man, rewarded with his bellow as blood spurted everywhere. Sanguine sprayed across her face, and her smile was alarmingly white beneath the rich red as she rushed forward, using the prone body of Plautus, to launch herself towards the giant that was lumbering about. So much smaller she was then he, and she easily wrapped herself around his shoulders, torso and head. Legs wrapped tight around his barreled chest, her long tresses covering the mans vision even as her slender arms wrapped around his thick neck in a tight choke hold.<br/><br/>He couldn't see, and though his fist worked to pummel her about her own shoulders, his meaty fingers working to try and pull her arms from his throat, he couldn't quite manage it, and he stumbled out of the mess hall onto the sands of the training yard. From the corner of her eye Ryann noted a young girl frozen in place as the Gladiators began spilling forth, but paid her no heed. The mountain she was latched too was beginning to sway, beginning top go a bit ashen, and as he finally began to topple as he passed out, she flung herself from his crashing body, rolling onto the sands just outside the mess hall door. Coming up into a crouch, her head whipped back, her hair, her entire body now covered in sand and dirt and blood once again, looking much like she had when she had stepped down from the slave wagon.<br/><br/>Yet she was smiling, she was laughing...she was alive once again...