<strong>Ammon on The Sands</strong><br/><br/>Having just been released from his bounds, Ammon took a moment to just weigh in everything that had taken place. It had all happened so fast. He attempted to break up the fight in the mess hall, and now? He was being punished for that. Not only that, but the dominus had slain some slave who was referred to as a murderer. Not only that, but Doctore. The man who had trained Ammon in the gladitorial arts was dead by his hand as well. He knew that Romans were upset about something, he had been detained and now it looked like there'd be more to the day's events as him and his brethren were lined up. Glancing at the weapons that had been laid out, Ammon wondered quietly for a moment before the Dominus spoke and he just frowned at what was said. Five gladiators which would likely include him against one woman...Despite his current anger with her, there was no honor in that. No glory, and glory was what drove Ammon.<br/><br/>He quietly decided in his head, that all involved parties? Would die soon enough. The quiet one as well as the woman for starting that fight, not heeding his words and getting him into a world of shit. Also, the dominus. He'd die. The man lacked honor, and Ammon never forgot or forgave slights. He'd quietly file this one inside of his head as he looked ahead with a stone cold face waiting to see what would transpire of these events. He knew it was far from over, Romans were all about power and control. The dominus? Was all about these things, and would go to any ends to see that he had them. Despite appearing like a loyal servant? Ammon was loyal to his brothers that bore the mark, and to himself. None else.