Graecia – Althea
Rome – Romulus
Gaul – Jean
Germania – Alderick
Aeghyptus – Isis
Britannia – Edith
Graecia looked up in surprise when a soldier came in and announced that Rome would be returning any moment now. Rome had been on a campaign in Britannia and if he was announcing his arrival before hand, then he had been successful. Someone else would be joining the ranks of those conquered by Rome.
Sharing a look with Gaul, she pushed herself up from the chair and headed towards the courtyard where they met up with Germania, who was brooding as usual. Together the three Conquered stood and waited for their conqueror to arrive with his newest addition.
Technically Aeghyptus should have been with them, but for some reason Romulus trusted Isis more than either of the two tribes, and then he just wanted to keep his wife around, despite her obvious dislike for the empire.
"What do you think Britannia will be like?" Graecia ventured to ask the two tribes next to her.
Alderick grunted and shrugged, not at all wanting to strike up a conversation with the southern country. It was actually Gaul who answered, despite her tendency to ignore the others.
"Edith's… interesting. When she's in a mood, she looks Germania here look tame, yet she's got more motherly instinct than any woman I know," Gaul paused and glance at Althea nervously, "No offense."
Before Graecia could respond though, Rome rode into the courtyard in all his glory. Immediately Germania and Gaul tensed while Graecia stepped forward to great her husband. Rome leapt off his horse and swept the woman into his arms, planting a kiss on her unwilling lips.
"I have missed you," he whispered to her is Greek before loudly greeting the two unmoving tribes.
"Whose life did you ruin this time, Rome?" Gaul asked with a mocking smile.
Romulus grinned back, "It's good to see you too, Gaul. Can I be expecting yet another rebellion anytime soon?"
"Answer the question, Roman. Who did you drag back with you?" Gaul snapped.
"Straight to the point as usual," Rome sighed, "Alderick, Jean, Althea, may I present Britannia. Be careful, she bites."
As he said that, two Roman soldiers rode forward on their horses, dragging a young woman with them. Her hands were tied in front of her, while the ends of the ropes were firmly grasped by the soldiers, who both looked rather nervous.
Piercing green eyes glared at them from behind a wild curtain of dark brown hair. Standing up straight, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder, revealing a dirt streaked face with high cheekbones and what appeared to be war paint hidden beneath all the dirt. She was dressed in form fitting leather armor with a dark green cloak wrapped around her shoulders. She calmly looked around, noting each person in the courtyard. Next to Germania, Gaul tensed and her hand instinctively reached for the sword that once hung at her hip.
Britannia's eyes came to a stop on Gaul and a smirk flashed across her face. Then the woman yanked hard on her bonds, pulling the two soldiers off of theirs horses easily while Gaul elbowed the nearest soldier and took his sword.
The blonde woman quickly made her towards Britannia, slicing through the other woman's bonds with her acquired sword. Britannia then acquired a spear from one of the soldiers she had taken down, as well as a knife that she tucked into her boot.
The two women then continued to dispatch of any soldier that came to close, Gaul with her sword while Britannia used the spear like a staff. After twelve soldiers, Rome finally decided to step in with Germania. Grabbing Gaul's wrist, he forced her to turn around and drop the sword. One broken wrist later, Gaul had been subdued and was angrily nursing her wrist by Graecia.
Germania was having much more trouble though, having never fought someone like Britannia. He had tried to pin her arms behind her back and had received nothing good in return. She had winded him, stomped on his foot, broken his nose, and slammed her elbow where it hurts. Needless to say, he had doubled over in pain long before she had hit him on the head with a shield.
Rome grabbed her arm, only to have his bitten. Jerking back with a yelp of pain (she had already bitten the same spot twice over the last few months), he released her and was wacked in the head with the same shield that had taken down Germania.
By now Germania was back up and grabbed her from around her waist, pinning her to him so that she couldn't use her elbows in any less than appreciated ways. He held her close until she stopped struggling,
"Are you done?" he whispered in Celtic.
She shuttered before snapping back, "For now."