As Melina released the staff a bit from his neck, Tulius gasped for air. It took some seconds until he noticed she was insisting for him to make an oath - at least, it seemed so. Where are the formalities which would make it biding? His Roman legalistic mind paid attention to these details for a while, until he saw again her gracious body above his, asking for his submission. Of course, he had lost, his hands were useless against her staff even though he was stronger than she was for sure. In a bare hand combat the outcome would have been different. Now, there was not time for hesitation. His eyes gazed Melina's and with reluctance, Tulius replied.<br/><br/>"I surrender to you..."