You expect to win when you act like baby?

One

Perhaps upon the shores of the afterlife

How could I miss chance to slay many Romans?

I Wish

I am not uncertain

I beseech the gods

Ready - Self para

Saxa was ready, she had missed out on the last mission due to her loyalty to Agron, but this time she would go. She needed a fill of Roman blood and knew it was bound to happen this time. She sat quietly on the steps of the building they were currently occupying and sharpened her daggers. She had pulled them from the dead and decided they were excellent weapons, they curved just right to cause the damage she so rightly loved and they were small and light. She sharpened their edges and cleaned them with care, she knew it seemed strange to have such an affection for weapons but that was who she was. 

Her eyes flicked over to Agron, the man looked deep in conversation with the Syrian, Nasir she remembered his name to be. She hd seem them getting closer and stealing tender moments when they thought nobody was watching, although lately they were more open about their affections. The pair made Saxa smile fondly, she had yet to form a connection with anybody here, sure she had slept with some, but none could keep her mind occupied. Except Gannicus, her focus shifted to the blonde who was also sharpening his weapon. She had slept with him a few times and found him to be good company outside of the bedroom, but her real feelings were unsure and she didn't want to push it, especially with how risky the situation they were going into was. 

Saxa would never admit it, but she was worried and scared about goint to the arena to rescue Crixus and the others. She was always up for a fight, but something about this one had ore risk then killing a few Romans. They were going right into the snake pit and for the first time since she could remember she wouldn't know if she's come back alive.

It will be fine

You stay, heal. We will take care of this one

I Wish

I could be of more assistance

It will

I beseech the gods

Please bring him back to me…somehow…I pray for this to work

He made mistake

I hope

We will, I believe in Agron

I hope

we can pull this off

You shall see her again

One

last good bye is all I would ask for

With the bodies of Roman's, I hope

It looks like

we have an arena to fill

I am

Perhaps it would have been better

You speak too little. If you like him, be with him

I said

You speak too much

I cannot say it was foolish to go, but I stand with Agron. 

I feel

You win, yes?

We are

for the arena

His choice

Perhaps it would have been better

You love her a lot

Fuck the God's

Yes, it is unfortunate end. But it is one preferred, then for Naevia to still be in chains