Before the woman can kiss her, Anai put a hand on her face. "You are not there yet. A servant starts with master's feet." She pushed the woman to her knees.
As he gave his speech, the chanting was getting louder. "General, general." some instead called: "Quintus, Quintus." As he finished, the men were chanting loudly and raised their voices in loud 'Ai!' ready to march behind their general. He had them.
Aulus ran after the man- but a moment later curse. The man was fast - he would catch him, he had no doubt, but should he continue his pursuit, he would leave general's family alone... Well, without his protection. But on the other hand, there was no telling where the man was running to... was it a trap? Or was he alone?
Running hard as he can, Aulus feels himself get within range of Marcellus, close enough to maybe tackle him, or grab him by the collar.
At this point, further words are unneccessary, and might actually dim his men's enthusiasm from the high they're on now. Sword in hand, he marches towards Andros and the traitors, motioning for his loyal men to follow.
The men eagerly marched behind. It took a few minutes to reach Andros's camp. The guards must have heard the crowd because they were ready - along with a few gladiatrixes standing behind them. All of them prepared, at the entrance of the camp - ready to defend, or change formation.
The acolyte begins to kiss her way up Anai's legs, headed for the sweet spot in the middle. "Like this?"
"Any soldier who doesn't want to die, stand down!" He shouts. "I'm here for your traitor leaders, not for you!" He allows the guards one bit of leniency. The gladiatrixes, however, he knows won't surrender, and so he simply grabs a pilum from one of his men and hurls it at one of the women.
"Very good, priestess. Has the High Priestess trained you before?" Anai asked as slowly a heat spread over her body.
His aims fly true, and one of the women shrieks as she falls to the ground. The action send a ripple among the gathered, for a moment it looked as if they would break- -but then Andros stepped out of the tent. "Hold the line!" He called, and quickly, the soldiers reformed the line. He looked at Quintus and scowled. He walked to the fallen gladiatrix, grabbed Quintus' pilum and reaped it off. Then with a fast thrust to her throat, he finished her. "Pilum!" He said as he prepared to throw - a moment later a number of projectiles went into the air, speeding to Quintu's ranks!
"N-No, ma'am..." She whispers, as she begins to kiss Anai's pussy. "But some of the other acolytes and I...well..."
"Oh?" A wicked green spread on Anai's face. "Then better put those lessons to use... or should I call one of your companions? Someone more... skilled?"
Just as Aulus was about to grab him, the man spun around, grabbing him. A moment later both of the men rolled over the ground. The world spun, before Aulus got on his knee and looked forward - Marcellus was kneeling in front of him, looking at him.
