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The intruder did not answer him.

She moved to lick gingerly at her wounded ankle. Arsenio stared at her in wonder, surprised that she wouldn’t speak for her life, that she didn’t understand the gravity of her situation. The Greek man glanced up toward Germanicus and frowned thoughtfully.

Perhaps she is simple, he remarked with a small nod toward her.

The Roman did not appear to care. He moved to strike at her skull – a motion that Arsenio believed would incapacitate her without killing her. The mercenary stepped back to see if his strike would find its mark.