<strong>~Cingetorix brawling with Velasco and now grappling with Ammon in the mess hall~</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/CingetorixHeadshot-1.jpg)</div>Despite two and one half years of servitude under the harsh rule of his previous dominus, Felix Livianus Palidorius, a wealthy and influential plebian living in Salmantica, Lusitania, Cingetorix was sustained by the burning, seething rage that stained his soul and hardened his heart. Even the mighty Romans had not been able to conquer his hate.<br/>It was that burning hate combined with the surging adrenalin that fueled his assault on Velasco. The man had grossly underestimated Cingeotrix, woefully unaware of the extreme reaction his provocation would elicit.<br/><br/><br class="clear_left"/>Velasco clutched frantically at Cingetorix’s foot in a desperate attempt to free himself of the pressure that was closing his windpipe. His eyes bulged in his head as he struggled to draw in another breath of air, searching for help from Plautus and Tacitus that did not come. Plautus had been knocked out cold by the scalding hot cauldron that Ryann had brought crashing down against head, screaming like a banshee as she flung herself into the fray. Tacitus all but hand his hands on Cingetorix when he was sent hurling into a table of other gladiators by Ammon,  the very man who now had him locked in a rear naked choke hold.<br/><br/>Cingetorix instinctively brought both his big, strong hands up beneath his chin, pulling at the arm that pressed against his neck. As he pulled the arm down, he pressed his head back towards Ammon’s face, giving him room to breath. Their oiled bodies made it difficult for Ammon to maintain his grip on him and even as Ammon threatened to kill Cingetorix himself if he continued to behave “like an animal” Cigetorix threw his weight back into Ammon causing them both to fall to the ground and putting the Egyptian mostly on his shoulders. Bringing his legs parallel to the ground, Cingetorix  then exploded backwards across Ammon’s body, positioning his weight across the other man’s chest and finally slipping from the choke hold. He scrablmed quickly, rolling away from Ammon and out onto the sands of the training grounds.<br/><br/>His stance was wide and he stood ready for anything and anyone, glaring at Ammon as he wiped a trickle of blood from his busted lip. “If you think I’m going to tuck tail and cower to every challenge and threat hurled against me, then you are a fool! I would rather die like a man, standing tall and proud than to let any man shit and piss on me. So if you feel you must kill me, then do your worst! I have no quarrel with you gladiator, but know that if you come at me I will not roll over and simply allow you to slay me without fighting you with all of the strength and wits at my disposal! You will see exactly how much fire and aggression I possess.” He yelled in an angry, growl at the man.<br/>