The shocking slap of the cold steel blade on her rear end, along with the force of her own hand against his wall-like shoulder, caused Vivianna's legs to go out from under her. She managed to keep herself from going completely to the arena floor as her legs splayed, and thus maintain some dignity, however slight. She reached up towards her opponent, expecting a hand back to her feet. But Martigan simply gazed down at her contemptuously. "What? You think this is your nursery and I'm your wetnurse? Your mammy, maybe?" he asked her with a sneer, in no mood to extend her any sympathy whatsoever. She curled her lips in indignation: this gladiator was no gentleman. Not a man of good sportsmanship, as they might say on other worlds.