Yes, but she's far from defeated.

The woman glared at him with defiant hate for a moment longer, her body trembling with fury before she slowly bent her knees and knelt before him. She looked at her sister out of the corner of her eye, then turned her gaze back to Titus, every bit of her face showing her murderous rage.

"What are you called, rebel?" he asked quietly.

"I am called Agrona. I led my people after my husband was slain. Do your worst, Roman dog! I have no fear of ****."

Titus smiled quietly at her, looking at her in silence until he saw the slightest flicker of unease in her eyes.

"I have no doubt you do not fear your own ****," he said softly. "You have fear for others though." He nodded towards her whimpering sister, whose neck was still stretched over the bowl, the soldier still standing by with blade at the ready.

"I knelt to you to save her life," Agrona hissed. "She had no part in what you call rebellion."

"She is part of your people. All of whom are guilty and condemned as rebels. And she is of your blood, the sister of a leader of rebels. Her life is already forfeit." The girl gave a keening wail at his words, her body trembling with panic. Titus looked up at the huddled rabble of captive women, noting the two others dressed better than their companions.

"Bring those two to me," he orders, pointing at them.