<strong>Dominus Manius. Greeting Bastian and Matriana within the inner villa courtyard</strong><br/><br/>Prowess leaked from him, nay, radiated towards the most recent batch of Gladiators whom stood before him. His woman was at his back, the Lanista no doubt watching him as she often did. Regardless, his expression remained stoical as he paced before the array of males whom had come forth to his whims, intent upon battling the foes he pleased.<br/><br/>Gold armour glinted beneath the harsh sunlight, reflecting the countless faces off of his broad chest. A faint shadow of stubble resided upon a fierce jaw where a muscle twitched in his cold aggravation. The roughness of his cheek could be sensed when his female ran her soft hand over the flesh, when her delicate fingers mayhap would glide down his body. Exasperation and impatience rode him and his head inclined dismissively to his Doctore to whom he had given the position of commanding the careless brutes.<br/><br/>Obsidian eyes with flickers of a stormy silver danced over them, his onyx locks of thick hair tousled about his sharp features, masculine and brutal. ‘Twas not long, he had long ago removed his warrior braids. The indented lines upon his armour was sculpted to the lines of strength beneath, which rippled when not restrained as he moved. Bulging biceps were exposed though they had a leather bands around the significant lump, cufflets around his wrists and stretching up his forearms darkly, contrasting his tawny skin which gathered with perspiration beneath the glare of white beams. Most dared not speak with him willingly, though there were times when it were necessary.<br/><br/>“D-Dominus...” A wee cough alerted him to the man servant behind him. The lethal broadness of his body turned slowly to land a fatal stare upon the lad who quaked faintly yet visibly against the predatory gaze of his master. “Bastian and Matriana.... meet with the Domina.” He managed to croak out meekly, audibly swallowing before he seemed ready to stumble away. Manius did not waste his breath upon the meek fool, striding past which had him toppling to the cool marble stone when his master passed.<br/><br/>The warrior entered where his guests resided upon the bedding, his hand upon the hilt of his sword which was sheathed beside him. The male inclined his head towards them and let his hand rest upon the shoulder of his female Valeria possessively. “Pleasant noon. What reason has gifted us your presence?” He rumbled in his deep timbre which echoed and was enough to fell any man. Valeria’s bountiful breasts were in view to him from the angle he stood from, her figure scarcely hidden as he let his eyes dance over her.<br/>