Ammon had slept hard throughout the night, as he always did after he found himself drained of his seed. That night in particular had been different in comparison to the others. It was one thing to spend the entirety of his evening fucking a simple whore, or two. The woman he'd deflowered the night before had been another matter entirely. Even his own feelings towards here were more conflicted than what he had hoped for. However all of these thoughts would be exorcised come morning as he awoke, and got himself ready to begin another day of training.<br/><br/>He'd become champion, soon enough. There was no disputing this, and Ammon could feel it in his very essence. He was sure his brothers who bore the same mark as he were aware of it as well, and it was with that confidence and mentality that he made his way out to the sands wordlessly. A harsh and cruel taint to his eyes before he glanced in the direction of some fuck he assumed to be the new doctore. In Ammon's eyes, this was a shame. The previous doctore was responsible for much of his training, and the idea of listening to a new one? Wasn't a welcome one, however he said nothing and merely steeled his glance forward. The girl, nay the young woman whom he had bedded the night prior? She was inconsequential at that moment, he'd figure out what to do with her soon enough.