<strong>Ammon in the Baths</strong><br/><br/>Ammon had witnessed the beginning of the farce of a match that Ryann had fought in, but had left back to the baths before really seeing anything. The woman infuriated him, for some odd reason and the entire situation that had just taken place left a sour taste in his mouth. It was with that frame of mind he worked to wash the sand, and the grime and blood off of his body. Looking down some while reflecting on everything, he would bide his time but all the same he felt anger at being punished for trying to restore order. A cold, overpowering kind of anger that wasn't boiling. It was just constant, and it made him want to wretch. Even from the baths, he could hear a woman's voice instructing them to stop what they were doing. Which must have meant that both parties were still alive. This was a good thing in his eyes, because if anyone was going to kill the woman? It was going to be him, after having his way with her of course. That much he could freely admit, he was attracted to her. Still, she needed to be taught the natural order of things. He was only too willing to do this task.