"Ah, so you stitched up the butchers, then," she said with a wry grin. She wasn't really serious - she wouldn't dare actually speak out against the legion seriously, even if she really wanted to. But she knew Theo wasn't a bad person, even if he healed people who were. She liked him and respected him a lot. She winced as the thread was pulled through her skin again, chuckling as he explained where his occupation had begun. A man from a family of healers made sense - Annis came from a family of warriors, so it made sense that that was what she became as well. "A maia?"
Annis had long since squeezed her eyes shut but laughed when he suggested she curse in her native tongue. "Why should I do that? Cursing is more fun when the person you're cursing at can understand you." Not that she was really cursing at him, more at the pain than anything. He kept talking about where he was from and she chuckled again. "I knew there was something about you I didn't like, legionnaire," she said, mostly joking.
"You know where I'm from, obviously. I was captured after a battle, injured, and you remind me of the man who helped heal me." Before I was on my way to Rome, clearly. "Did you always know you wanted to be a people-butcher? Or was that something you stumbled on in the legions or something?"
"Might be preferable," she replied cynically. She didn't really want to die - how would she get back to Britannia if she were dead? - but though she was familiar with pain, that didn't mean she was a big fan of it. And alcohol in your open wound and then a needle drawing through it with thread was not comfortable. She gave a strained laugh as Theo prompted her to keep talking or cursing to let him know if she was getting dizzy. "What, you want me to tell you to go to hell?" She gripped the table tighter as the needle entered her flesh, cursing again. "Well, I won't. Thank you for helping me." She paused again, trying to think of something to keep her mind off of the pain.
"I don't know much about you, Theo. Where are you from? Originally, I mean."
Annis lay back on the table and lay her arm out so that it could be secured by the leather straps. Theo had agreed that she could take the pain, but the restraints were making her doubt herself. His next statement also made her doubt herself. The cleaning agent he used burned like nothing else. She could attest to that, having been injured before. "Or you could just let it rot off and then I could retire," she said wryly, though her humor was poorly masking her fear.
"Alright, get on with it then." Her one arm restrained, Annis held the side of the table in her hand and squeezed. Suddenly, she felt the liquid pouring onto the cut and she gave a pinched cry, trying not to be so loud. After a moment, she felt the fiery sensation slack off. "Fuck."
Annis tilted her head in thought as Saba suggested two swords instead of a sword and a shield. "Maybe. I will have to practice with two swords to see." She didn't hate the idea, though; maybe it would help her identify what kind of character she wanted to play in the arena. Perhaps she would lean into the idea of a barbarian woman and use elements of her tribe's traditions. "Are you going to use a sword?"
@Chevi Sorry! I forgot to reply!
Annis nodded as he explained that the wine and herbs used for pain could cause confusion. She didn't know much about that sort of thing, even if it interested her, so all she could do was trust him. "I can take the pain," she said in response to him asking if she wanted to risk it. Falling asleep and not waking up again did not sound ideal. Then he asked if she wanted her arm restrained. "I think that would be best. I don't want to accidentally move and mess you up or something."
Annis watched as the doctor worked. She had fostered an interest in medical things since she had been healed by an equally kind doctor before her journey to Rome began. Annis flinched as he brought the light closer to her eyes, but managed to keep them open as he requested she follow his finger. She did so, unsure of what the point was. Then, Theo mused about giving her numbing medicine, apparently deciding not to and instead choosing to stitch her up without numbing. She swallowed hard but shrugged. "You're the doctor. If you think that's best..." It was funny; somehow, the pain in her arm was preferable to being stitched up without numbing it first. The pain of a little needle would be somehow worse. But she wasn't about to admit that.
Annis winced as she was set on the table. The adrenaline was wearing off, which took the edge off the injury, and it was starting to make itself felt. But the medic for the ludus was excellent at his job, and one of the few people whom Annis felt she could trust. A healer in any country was usually kind. Theo gently pulled her fingers away and she hesitated, but let him, since he was the doctor here. His tone was light and the talk helped her stay distracted from the pain. "The bitch got me good this time. I was off my game and she was a lot bigger than me." As the man applied pressure again she winced but didn't cry out. "Some German bitch, probably."
Theo continued by asking a series of questions about her health otherwise. The German woman had got her a couple of times elsewhere, but the arm was the main concern. "Yes, on my leg, just there." It was a shallow wound on her thigh, but bleeding ever so slightly. Annis put a hand to her head and felt around. "I don't think so - ah, wait, yes she did get me." She remembered it now - the woman had hit her with the hilt of her blade. It was probably just a bruise, though. "But other than that, healthy as a horse," she joked, her voice tight.
The name meant nothing to her, other than a piece of information about this man. She doubted it would matter much - she didn't have any power anyway - but she liked to know the name of someone she was talking to. "A pleasure to meet you," she said. Titus continued to talk, saying that a gladiator was only as good as their last match. That much was true, but sometimes a crowd could be inspired by a story of a gladiatrix getting hurt and then miraculously healing and regaining glory. It all depended on the crowd and the acting ability of the gladiatrix. "I've been with the Ludus Magnus for five years now. I've been fighting just as long - I don't even know how many I've fought in. But it's enjoyable work, I'll admit."
Late June, 75CE
Annis fell on the sand with a dull thud, barely bringing up her right sword in time to block her opponent's swing. While Annis was no small woman, she wasn't larger than this opponent and she was struggling to adjust to the other person's style appropriately. Annis was one of the more famous gladiatrices, for crying out loud! Why was she struggling so much today? But now was not the time to think about why she was struggling. It was the time to act, and win. Using her foot to trip the other opponent, she managed to regain her footing and continue fighting. After a few minutes with the upper hand, though, the other woman's swing changed directions. Because her parry had been intended for a swing in the other direction, Annis's arm was completely exposed. The sword arced down and sliced, deep. The Briton cried out in pain and tried to get away, but she was pushed down onto the sand again with the other woman's sword pointed at her throat. She had been beaten.
After, Annis was led under the arena to have her wounds looked at. When the sword had cut her, she had barely registered the full extent of the damage, but now the pain was searing and she had to be supported by the guards. But at least the nerves weren't severed. That would mean the end of her career. With a wince of pain, she was hoisted onto a table in the medic's chamber. She held her arm with her other hand, keeping pressure on the wound, but blood was still oozing out little by little. She needed some patchwork.