<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, assigning battle and plotting another~</em></strong></div><br/>There was killing going on down upon the sands, yet she only had eyes for Aulus. The fat pig was demanding something, but her attention was only for Aulus. Even the drooling Pict chewing through her mouth bonds was ignored as Ryann's eyes were boring death into Aulus' skull. Yet she could not escape the arrival of Nadia in front of her, gazing up at her with disdain, and speaking of her hair, as well as her appearance. A scowl crawled across her brow as the woman addressed her like any other animal, and Ryann managed a few silent moments.... a few...<br/><br/>With a low snarl she was shoving her face into Nadia's, her breath hot, close enough to blow tendrils of Nadia's hair from her face as she seethed at her. “ There IS NO OTHER like me woman. I can not be duplicated. I WAS clean, until others decided to step up and attempt to prove themselves manly. YOU..or any others girls will NOT touch my hair, nor any part of my flesh...”<br/><br/>Quite willing to continue this tirade, even working to take another step closer to Nadia as if that were even possible, until the loud voice yelling her name snapped her attention away. The Dominus was calling to her. With a snap of her teeth at Nadia and a feral grin, silent steps and a sway of lovely hips would carry her to the balcony railing. Another look to Aulus was given, a look to the railing, and an idea would just begin to form... until Manius called out his demands of her. She was to choose who would fight who, and who was to be allowed a weapon. Her chin would lift, her hands settling upon the balcony railing to grip tight enough to whiten her knuckles. Why was he doing this? Why was this man making it seem as if what had transpired to this point was all her fault! It was HIS men within the mess hall who had dared start with her and the man she had been chained to! What choice was there? Whatever choice was made would surely darken her even further in the eyes of the other Gladiators.<br/><br/>She realized soon that as her thoughts swept away, silence abounded upon the sands, and the balcony. All eyes were upon her. The wind stirred the hot air about her person, shifting her long locks about her shoulders and bared breasts. Fine. Her voice was clear, sweet and smooth as it rang out over the training ground, her decision made. Damn the consequences.<br/><br/>“ I choose two to fight first Dominus. Your Champion against the man I was chained with, (pointing to Cingetorix), and he is to be allowed the weapon. As Champion, he should not need a sword I would think.” A sly smirk would work across her sweet lips at this comment, even as her eyes drifted towards Ammon. “ And I believe that the Egyptian should fight against one he chooses as his rival, before the Champion of course. For I am sure ALL rival for that position. Allow his choice to be bladed.”<br/><br/>Her choices made, her green eyes would remain locked upon Manius, this man who now owned her, this man that killed so easily. And still, still her mind plotted. Aulus was very close to the railing. If she could manage to ease back behind and to his side slightly... just slightly..it might work....<br/><br/><br/>