<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus losing his patience with both Sorcha and the Medicus ~<br/>~ Ludus training grounds; Infirmary hut ~</strong><br/><br/>Following the authority of the Dominus, the guard captain had remained upon the sands to ensure that order was kept. With the departure of the Domina and her long trail of house-slaves, he would not risk chaos breaking out during that vulnerable exit. Lesser guards were quick to respond to the demands of the Lanista, sending the requested women to the Medicus. It may not have been his place to interfere with the actual training upon the sands, but Burrus had his eye on both the pict, and the new recruits. So long as they all remained upon the training grounds, he too, would have his guards remain. For Burrus knew the weak spots of the villa, and would not jeopardise the safety of his employers.<br/><br/>With blade sheathed and hands clasped behind his back, he patrolled the sheltered, wooden decking in front of the Gladiator's designated mess hall; keeping his eyes fixed on the movements of the muscular bodies ahead. Some stabbing at wooden dummies, and others beginning to spar with one another. The distinctive lash of the Doctore's whip was no stranger to his ears. Two burly guards would follow the new recruits to the baths; eyes mostly on the Gladiatrix as she would eventually strip. They knew to stay alert though, knowing that Burrus would answer failure with instant dismissal. There were plenty more unused soldiers craving a simpler livelihood, to take their position.<br/><br/>With his strategically close proximity to both the infirmary and the gladiator's training weapons crate, his ears pricked to the first sign of conflict within the walls. It was easy to get the gist of it, so he didn't bother to cast a glance to the dismissed guard. In the end, it would be his call to decide if the man had acted out of turn, no matter how much the Medicus grovelled for discipline. A simple, open palmed hand gesture told the guard to remain outside the door to the shack. Burrus barely had time to resume pacing however, when the real commotion broke out. The dismissed guard was quick to run back into hut at the sound of shouting and a strangely male scream, but Burrus stalled a moment. His Military tactics coming into good use. One guard should be enough to control the situation, but he wanted to personally make sure everything was back in order.<br/><br/>Upon seeing the staggering guard clutching spilt crimson at the remains of his ear, his comrade immediately turned attention to the crouched Pict, and drew his sword. Treating her as a wild animal, he jabbed in her direction at the air, threatening her while also trying to keep her pinned to the wall. His free hand unstrapping the whip from his belt and uncurling it, getting ready to strike at her...<br/><br/>...But he wouldn't need to. Instead, the authority of Burrus stormed through the doorway with a thick net in his grasp. Attention flashed to the bleeding guard, which fortunately allowed him to more quickly piece the scenario together. Wasting no time, he shoved the other guard aside, and suddenly threw the weighted net over Sorcha, hoping to catch her within in. How the woman had managed to escape her bonds was beyond him, but rather than let her stand and straggle to escape the net, his beatings upon her back or shoulder or leg, whichever area was available to him, came harshly with the flat of the wooden training sword. Three swipes, or however many it would take for her to submit to both silence and stillness. With each one, he rose the wood high before it came down upon her. The punishment was enough to have the burly man breathing a little more heavy.<br/><br/>Finally stepping back, he barked loudly to the Medicus without taking his eyes off the pict.<br/><br/>“You were to calm this one!” As if the order had been so simple. “By order of the Dominus...” The unsheathing of his blade finished the sentence. He did not strike directly, but raised and pulled his arm back into the easily translated position. The pause long enough to be convinced there was still hope for the wild creature.<br/>