The Paths of Tragedy

The man shrouded in a black cloak appeared once again in the arena. Seating himself on the other side of the stadium from the Cairn and the rest of the group. He eyes fixed themselves on Zaria and Vistral.

"I know this energy....but from where?"

His gaze soon dropped to the floor. "It dosen't matter anyways. Soon he will arrive." He stated as he gave off a slight chuckle.
 
Felldoh rolled away from his foe as Entas twisted. He pushed himself off the ground with his forepaws and skidded to a halt, kicking up clouds of dust.

He wasted no time. It was obvious that his foe had survived, as he had said something, but Felldoh was in the heat of battle. He was listening to nothing but his own mind and instincts.

He shot after his foe, who had broken into a run and executed a string of attacks. Felldoh managed to evade the majority of the punches, taking only one in the gut. But he wasn't fast enough to avoid the kick, which sent him sprawling to the side.

Pushing the pain from his mind, Felldoh grabbed hold of his instincts and charged again. Flexing his claws, he rolled past his foe and came at him from behind, aiming to rake his claws on Entas' back.
 
As Entas' foot returned to the ground, he was pleased that his kick made contact, thought it did not seem as Felldoh was in the mood to stay still.
Within a second or 2, he had moved himself behind Entas, and raked a set of claws down his back. The pain was not insane, but it was most defiantly there. The cuts where not too deep, which was a good thing.

Entas was somewhat confused. Where did this extra speed come from. The adrenaline boost idea from before, seemed to be not enough. Did he has a drug or something simmilar?

No matter the reason, the fact was still clear, Felldoh had to be taken care of as soon as possible, to halt another possible increase in abilities.

Entas turned, and swung his right arm 'around' Felldoh. He was going to take advantage of the strength/weight difference.
If he succeeded in 'grabbing' him, he where to preform a Suplex-like move.
Where he would pick up Felldoh, and use his own weight as well as Felldoh's, to slam him in the ground.
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EDIT: OOC, I allow Hera to do G-modding on Entas, as the nature of Entas' attack, will need Hera to make out the "end" of it.

I have discussed it with him over MSN, and whatever he posts, goes.

~Fox~
 
Felldoh felt his opponent grab him. The next thing Felldoh knew, he was flying through the air, set for a crash course to the ground, with his opponent's weight against him.

And that was where his natural instincts as a warrior kicked in. He threw his paws up, and allowed them to connect with the ground. Using the momentum, he pushed himself up off the ground, when his head was a whisker's breadth from the earth. His move pushed him free of his opponent's grip, and pushed him straight in the air.

Though his wrists were on fire, he saw a chance for a decisive move. He was in the air above Entas, and his foe would have no time to dodge this attack.

Felldoh used his own weight in sync with the gravity and propelled towards the ground, his knee outstretched to land the decisive blow to his foe's stomach. No death, but a move that would hopefully spell out victory for the squirrel.
 
Entas was slightly joyed that he manged to catch the squirrel, though, his joy would be short lived.

He grabbed hold of Felldoh, and began the final movement. Lifting Felldoh over his own head, and sent them both en route towards the ground. Entas smiled, his attack seemed to he good.
The feel of succeeding, faded as Felldoh managed to do something that can be best described as; bouncing away. Entas had a split second of a 'WTF' moment, before he slammed into the ground. At this time he blacked out for a second, and as he opened his eyes. He saw the incoming Felldoh, with a knee ahead.
"fuuuuuck, I gotta move" When through Entas' head, though he was not fast enough. Felldoh came crashing down into Entas' stomach, even with Entas' abdominal muches, it was not enough to halt it.
As the knee connected, and sunk into, Entas' stomach. Sending quite the flow of brood out in a cough effect.
The impact reopened the wound on his arm as well. And Entas looked F'ed up.

He twisted in pain, as he rolled to the side, lying and coughing in short weak coughs. As the pain made it way to bad to use a 'full strength cough'.

The outcome of the battle was dependant on Felldoh's next move.
If he where to go aggressive, Entas had to yield.
If he where to await Entas to get in his feat, Entas would need several minutes to get back together. Even if he would, he would not be at his full potential.

In Entas' eyes, Felldoh had won, he mainly awaited the reaction of the Squirrel that was not too far from him.
 
Hejaloki ignored Arthvader and continued watching the fight. He was still pondering the mystery of the necklace.

"Please excuse me." He said and started to walk to a different area of the arena to see if he could find another person he was looking for...
 
Felldoh leapt off his opponent, aware of the damage done. His attack had been successful: in his mind, he had won.

This was concurrent with the minds of others, it seemed. A dull silence seemed to fall over the crowd, before the entire coliseum exploded into a roar. Felldoh could pick out both Jake and Brome, yelling at the top of their lungs, "Alright Felldoh!" and similar remarks. He grinned in satisfaction.

As the host rose, the coliseum silenced once again. Waving his hand regally, he said, "I proclaim Felldoh the winner!" The coliseum exploded once more, until he raised his hand for silence. "To consolidate your victory, I would ask that you finish the job. Go, take your spear and destroy the defeated."

Felldoh nodded and walked to a nearby spear, not ten feet away from where he stood. He grabbed it and drew it from the ground, the dirt falling from the grooves in the ebony javelin's blade.

Felldoh walked slowly up to the figure of Entas, who was now a bloody figure, though not to to point of death. With a flourish he plunged his spear down.

Right into the dirt beside Entas' head.

He turned and stared defiantly at the host, the red mist of battle now withdrawn from his eyes. "I refuse."

His blunt and rebellious reply caused a widespread set of gasps that resounded through the coliseum. The squirrel ignored them, and stared only at his host, whose eyes were blazing. "You refuse?" the host said, his tone dangerous.

"I refuse," Felldoh repeated. "Look at him. He's already defeated, and I won't take his warrior's dignity from him. Life is precious, no matter whose life it is, and to take it is a terrible crime, no matter the circumstances." He jerked his spear out of the ground and threw it. The weapon soared through the air and plunged into the dirt, spraying up dust. "Why should I take his life?"

"Because it is a consolidation of your victory," the host replied simply.

"So I'm to take it for personal gain? I don't think so, matey." He spat some blood from his mouth and massaged his wrists. "This shipmate put up a fight, and a good one at that. I'm not going to tarnish that memory so that I can get a trophy."

The host looked appraisingly at Felldoh. "If that is your wish, then so be it. You shall move on, and Entas shall be looked after." With a wave of his hand, a squadron of soldiers came by and surrounded Entas. Felldoh whirled around in alarm, but his worry was in vain. Coming behind the soldiers was a small group of healers, distinguishable by their flowing robes of white.

Another small group attended to Felldoh, whose wounds were fiercer than he let on. His wrists had been put under extreme strain from his previous manoeuver, almost to breaking point. Also, the several hits scored on Felldoh during the battle were swelling profusely, and he forced himself to go along with them.

As he left the stadium with the healers, he heard the host yell, "Our next battle is to be Wylliam versus Zeria!"

((Fox, you'll note that I left what the healers did to Entas out. That's up to you to decide, as I don't want to intrude any more than I had to on your character.

Also, Julius, who is the host? The King? I'm a little confused there.))
 
OOC: As the idea was given, I will make it so that Jonad is having a 'part time' job at the arena ^^
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ENTAS

Entas was prepared for this, the arena masters tends to like death at the arena. Though, Entas would not kill a helpless fighter, nor one of Felldoh's stature.

He closed his eyes, and prepared for the final strike wit ha satisfied smile on his lips. He regretted nothing.
The sound of wood against sand made Entas open his eyes. The spear had pierced nothing but sand, and Felldoh announced that he refused to kill Entas. This was a great feat, as there are but a handful honorable left in the world.
Entas' opinion of Felldoh, rose to an even higher stature. And he laughed, or at least what the pain allowed him to.

As Felldoh refused to kill Entas, a group of soldiers surrounded him, but in good will as the healers where not too far behind.
Entas was given a field check, and was considered good enough for moving, and was carried out to the area that the healers had been given.

Entas smiled as he had gained a fond memory, the squirrel named Felldoh. If things permitted it, he would never forget.

A hand was placed on his head, and suddenly the pain was gone. He looked up slightly, and saw a man with white eyes, and shoulder long white hair. Smiling down to him, "Don't worry, everything is going to be fine" he explained as Entas smiled slightly confused back, as everything faded away. ((Jonad))
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JONAD

Jonad had been bored as the contestants had gathered, as he was not a fighter himself. He sighed as he entered the arena doors, and was immediately grabbed by the arm by a clerk looking person. "You're a healer, right?" he asked in a slight distress. Jonad muttered out a yes, before he was close to thrown into the 'infirmary'. Which was really just a room that was slightly cleaner then the rest. "You will be payed for your services. Your job is the critically wounded, and first surveying if chance allows it" the clerk looking person stated, as he dissapeared.

Jonad smiled, if nothing else, his skills where put to use. And he did have a window-like opening that showed the arena. A 1st class seat to be honest, but still.

Even Jonad is against killing, an arena fight that stops before any one dying, is not bad to watch, as it is simmilar to a brutal sparring, or training.
After a rather interesting fight, the one named Entas was caddied into the infirmary, followed by an over sized squirrel.

As Entas was put on one of the tables, Jonad used a gentle version of the paralyzing skill, to make so that Entas would be without pain, in a 'sleeping' state. And the Healing was taken over by one of the other healers.

Felldoh did not 'seem' to be too hurt, thought he was far from completely healthy Jonad sighed, as it was not really his area to heal him, he was not critically enough.
 
Wylliam grinned with uncontainable excitement as the combatants were escorted from the arena. Then, he heard the call that acted only as a catalyst to his unstable excitability, "Our next battle is to be Wylliam versus Zeria!" Like a madman, Wylliam raised both arms into the air and let out a piercing howl that filled the auditorium. Felldoh had given spearwielders everywhere reason to hold there heads high. Wylliam was determined to give them a second. He ran to the railing, placed his right foot firmly onto the top rung, and, using his exceptional leg strength, pushed himself off and high into the air, his arms extended horizontaly and his cape billowing behind him. At his leap's crest, he tucked himself into a flip. When Wylliam landed, he was still grinning from ear to ear. His spear was held in his right hand with the head pointing down and slightly away from the body.

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Skaol lost all thought of caution as he rushed to the front row close to Wylliam's companions, though his cloak still rendered him unrecognizable. He stared intently at the spot where Wylliam stood awaiting his opponent, his nerves racking at his brain. He approached the blue furred creature he had seen fighting with the dark knight. "Sir," he whispered anxiously, "you have been travelling with Wylliam, no? Have you seen him fight, or know anything about his current skill?" Wylliam had been a great fighter the last time Skaol had seen him at the Apprentice Order, but unless his abilities had grown since then, his skill wouldn't cut it in a tournament of this magnitude.
 
Despite his protests, Felldoh was lain on a flat table, so that he could be tended to by the healers. "Look, I'm fine. I'm just a little bruised up."

"Just a little bruised up, the crusader says, wot?"

"Indeed, he needs a good healing don't'cha know? Why, those are right alongside honourable war wounds, me old buccaneer!"

"I'm fine," Felldoh grunted, looking away from the cheery healers. Before he knoew it, they had begun to heal his wrists and torso, where he had exceptionally large bruising. In a trice, the wounds were all gone, save one: where he had been cut by his own spear.

"Jonad, me old lad, would you mind coming over here and giving us a hand with this one cut? I say, it's quite a nasty one, and I can't do it on my own, don't'cha know!"

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Hera Ledro was up and cheering Felldoh with the rest of the crowd. His fight had been truly amazing, and made Hera's warrior blood boil all the more. Only one more match until his fight with Cairn.

And then, as the next contestants were called out, Hera saw Wylliam leap over the railing, past Jake and high over the stadium. Hera scoffed; his leap was little more than a showoff. That was the one thing he wasn't fond of concerning Wylliam, how conceited he was. Otherwise, he was a good man, but he was far too conceited. The one thing that Hera thought as Wylliam jumped was, Well, now that we've seen a REAL spearwielder fight, I wonder how he'll match up to Felldoh?

Almost immediately after Wylliam's jump, a cloaked man came and gaped at him over the railing. He turned to Hera, who met his eyes. Rather unique, really...

"Sir," the cloaked man whispered anxiously, "you have been travelling with Wylliam, no? Have you seen him fight, or know anything about his current skill?"

Hera shook his head. "I have been travelling with him, but we haven't exactly 'trained' together. I've seen him fight, and to answer a potential question, no, I do not think that he will make it too far in this tournament. He is skilled, I'll grant him that, but he is far too conceited, far too wrapped up in the idea he is superior. I have the feeling that Felldoh was the better of the spear-wielders, and Wylliam just doesn't want to admit it." Hera shook his head again, staring at Wylliam's pose. "There really isn't much to say, to tell you the truth. He's up against Zeria, so the question is, who will be more determined to win? From what Jake's told me, Zeria has a fond loathing of Wylliam, and will stop at nothing to beat him. Conversely, whereas she has little pride and self-esteem, Wylliam is so conceited and proud that his pride will not allow him to lose. I doubt he will make it far in this tournament, but this match won't be the deciding one unless he loses." Hera chuckled. "Personally, I'm putting my bets on Zeria. Speaking of which, I have to go an collect my money from that man that Jake whallopped a little while ago."

With that, Hera stood up and flew after the man who had previously gained a bloody nose from his explosive grandson.
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OOC: I guess that the one calling on Jonad, is one of the healers.
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Jonad

"Jonad, me old lad, would you mind coming over here and giving us a hand with this one cut? I say, it's quite a nasty one, and I can't do it on my own, don't'cha know!" A healer called for Jonad.
Jonad reacted as needed, walked over, and examined the wound. And sighed.
The cut was not that bad, at least considering Jonad's experience with urgent and critical patients. Nonetheless, he was a healer, and since this Entas, was being completed by now, he could help the others.

"Do not worry, this will not hurt, You might feel a warmth though." Jonad explained as his hand starts glowing a greenish color.
The hand was gently put on the cut, and the glow seemed to enter the wound. As the glow entered, the wound closed up nicely. And after it was done. Not even the fairest skin would show a scar.
Jonad smiled, and looked at Felldoh's chest. The other healers had left him, saying that they where done. Though, judging by their way of doing things, Jonad felt to double check.
"I'm sorry, but does this hurt?" he asked Felldoh, while he gently places his hand on Felldoh's chest, and pushes very carefully.

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Soris

Soris had been wandering for quite the time now, he was hungry and tired.
He thought about it, he should really get some way of carrying money. He could always hunt for prey, he had little problems with that. But as his intelligence changed, he somewhat lost the taste for raw meat.
Though, he began to wonder if he had a choice.
He sighed mentally, and continued along the road.

After even more time, he saw what seemed to be the garden of eden, at least considering his hunger, A city.
The food the humans throw out, it is still perfection on the realm of food, but since some other person ate from it, no one would eat from it but the mentioned person.
"Humans are weird." he thought to himself as he strolled towards the large city.

As he neared the main gates, he wondered if he would have problems entering due to the 2 guards stationed there.
Soris' ears suddenly pointed towards the main gate as he heard a most unique, yet normal noice.
His expression changed to a disappointed look, and his hears lost the concentration.
"They are snoring........"Soris told himself in his head.
He almost lost the faith in humankind, thought the uncertain fact on how long it has been since they slept, or something happened, somewhat backed them up. But still. they are to guard the city, and asleep.
He sighed, and strolled past them, entering the city.
It was rather large, but surprisingly empty. The question of why there where so few, was explained as there was a roar from a large crowd coming from the arena looking building.
"heh, makes it simpler for m*" he stopped himself, and looked around.
"Good, no one heard me" he thought. Since humans tend to fear what they don't understand, and attack what they fear. Soris didn't like to push his uniqueness on them.

Soris strolled around, as people ignored him as a normal fox. Any city's scavengers. The only visual difference on Soris and a normal fox, was not something special. He groomed himself, and kept his fur at its best at all times. So an extra shine would be the most one could see.

Soris stopped, he smelled an Inn. By experience, they throw out a lot of food. Even though the food was perfect, they would not eat it.
Soris ran over in the direction, allured by the smell of a large meal.
He entered an alley, and rounded a corner. Only to be met by a pack of dogs. The dogs growled, and in the animal tongue tried to bully him off.
Soris showed no fear, which alone made the dogs uncertain, as their attempt to scare failed. One of the dogs pounced, aimed towards Soris. But before he could land, he stopped face first in a wall.
Soris had made a root, of a nearby tree, grow out of the ground and slam the dog away.
The rest of the pack, as well as the one that attacked Soris, ran off in fear, and Soris got a nice meal. It was still warm, no part of the meal was short of perfect, as any chef would agree.

Some time later, his meal was complete, and he felt satisfied for the first time in days.
As he could again walk, he groomed himself of food remnants, and started strolling around the city, ending up at the arena.
Soris was no normal fox, he had the intelligence levels of an average human. And he liked entertainment as any other.
He sneaked into the arena, around the corners and hallways. And ended up behind some barrels in an opening. With overview over the arena. Where he sat down, and watched the varying creatures fighting amongst themselves.
 
As the battle ended between the two combatatants Damian rose from his seat and prepared to leave the stands before the next battle was to begin, as he was about to open the door to leave the main arena he felt a sudden stiffness around his body, almost like a fragment of his own power was nearby. He thought to himself "This is impossible, I've never given anything my own power... Unless... SORIS!" Damian knew who bore the power, using this information he began sensing around for traces of his own power. As he grew closer to his target he noticed himself being led towards the Arena. The energy was growing stronger now, as he turned another corner he encountered a few barrels, and between them, with his head between a gap through the barrels was Soris. Damian approached slowly, as to not alarm him and then whispered "hi buddy, how've you been?"
 
Felldoh felt the healer's palm press against his chest, and despite his worry that there would be pain, it was completely in vain. The pressure came, but no pain to follow.

Felldoh stole a look at his side. Though it was rather obvious he'd been hit, due to the distinctive lack of fur where his cut had been healed, his peachy hide underneath was intact and flawless.

"Wow mate," Felldoh said, tracing a claw along the wound, "You did a nice job. Not that I needed it," he added quickly, "But thanks."

He twisted around and looked towards the side where Entas was. "How's Entas doing? I didn't rough him up too much, did I?"
 
Jonad

Jonad smiled, his assumptions of a poor job was misplaced. The other healers must have developed their skills to work fast, and effective. To be used in critical times.
And he smiled even wider as he squirrel made Jonad think that he would have been fine without him. It might be so, but still. He replied with a "You're welcome"

As Felldoh asked about Entas, Jonad looked over towards him.
"He did get a rather serious damage to his abdomen, but that is fine now. I'm just letting him sleep to let the potion to work on his ribs." he stated as he turned back to Felldoh. "But do not worry, he will be completely fine"

As Jonad looked back at Entas, a small object came flying in the 'window', and hovered over Entas for a few seconds. A small room opened in the side over the white thing that he had over his face. And what seemed like a small arm, took it inside the white thing, and closed.

Jonad was really confused. "What was that?" he asked no one in particular. He turned to Felldoh, "You saw it too, right?" he asked confused.

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OOC: the choppercam returned to the standby location in the visor
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Soris

Soris was enjoying the show, as he was so into it, he forgot what was around him. He did not hear the footsteps, nor the breath of the incoming person.
"hi buddy, how've you been?" Was suddenly heard from behind.
Soris reacted by taking a defensive stance, and turning around.
First then he saw who it was. Damian, his old Caretaker and friend.
He smiled widely in happiness, as he stood down from the defensive posture, and sat down. "Hello, Damian. It is great to see you again as well" He replied in a low tone, as he might endanger both himself, and Damian if he is discovered.
 
The crowed let out a burst of cheers and roars, they were caught in the exiting outcome of one of the greatest matches of the tournament. As the battle ended, the tournament's host, Marcus Salazar, rose from his throne and stared down from the balcony. In an act of respect and admiration towards the contestants, the Castellan Salazar began to applaud, and several high ranking officers of the Kingdom of Seseu that were present during the battle applauded as well. As the applauses began to fade, the fortieth castellan of the Salazar Household prepared to express his opinion concerning the fight that ended recently.

"It is greatly encouraging to see two noble warriors plunging themselves into a bloody battle with such honor, dignity and respect, and that we finally have the victor of this match. True sportsmen, and though it saddens me to know that we can't have two winners, I am pleased to see that both of you took this outcome calmly, and that no feuds have been aroused. Now, go my brothers in arms, and rest, for this is merely the prologue of the true final battle."

Marcus Salazar sat down on his throne once again as he awaited for the next battle. Suddenly, the lord was informed that one of the contestants had an unexpected situation, and that the following battle could not begin. Unfortunately, it was too late to rearrange the battles, so Marcus decided to postpone all the matches in order to organize the tournament, again.

"Men, women, people of the known world. I know the next battle was greatly expected, but due to certain situations, we the 2nd battle can't commence. Do not feel displeased though, for I have started an Open Challange match. I encourage anyone who is not in the tournament to stand forward and challenge any fighter present here. The victor of this battle shall join the 2nd Round. Now, enjoy!"
 
The crowds screamed, Rene was sat in the crowd watching the battles. Though he had to admit they were pretty good, he always found battles boring unless he was involved.

"Men, women, people of the known world. I know the next battle was greatly expected, but due to certain situations, we the 2nd battle can't commence. Do not feel displeased though, for I have started an Open Challange match. I encourage anyone who is not in the tournament to stand forward and challenge any fighter present here. The victor of this battle shall join the 2nd Round. Now, enjoy!"

Rene looked up when the announcer told the crowd this, the entire crowd groaned loudly and started to kick up a fuss but once the announcer said that there would be another tournament they cheered.

"I wonder if that means there will be more openings to join in?" Rene said to himself. He stood up and loosed the sheath on his back holding his blade. He walked out of the stadium towards the front desk

"Is there any chance of joining in with this open challenge?" Rene asked thbe pretty woman at the reception desk. Rene brushed his long spiky brown hair out of his eyes as the woman looked up.

"We have a few openings. Are you sure you wish to join in sir? I've heard these battles can be bloody."

"I'll be fiine!" Rene smiled

"Okay then sir. I need you to sign these papers so that we don't get sued for any loss of limbs or life."

"No problem!" Rene said signing the form.

"What's your name anyways sir?"

"Rene, Rene Skylar. Oh yeah and I wanna fight the magey boy. He looks interesting."
 
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Wylliam looked around with confusion for a moment before shrugging and making his way to the edge of the stands. He did a few leg stretches and squats before crouching low to the ground, then propelling himself into the air and back to his original spot in the stands. He noticed with detached interest as the cloaked man he saw before scurried hurriedly to the back row. He shrugged again and smiled to Cairn and the others. "Okay, so I got a bit excited. Oh, well. I'll just have to wait."
 
Jake and Brome were gripping their sides, crying from laughter as they rolled on the floor of the stadium. The match had been unexpectedly canceled, and Wylliam's grand entrance had imploded.

Hera too chuckled slightly, not usually given to laughing at other's misfortunes. He turned to Wylliam, who seemed to have saved what was left of his dignity and made an impressive leap into the stands.

"Well, a little hasty now, weren't we," Hera chuckled. Brome and Jake just burst out even more and clutched themselves, leaning against the rail and roaring with merriment.

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Felldoh watched as the little whirligig reset itself into Entas' visor. He turned to Jonad as he spoke. "Yes, I saw that. He let that thing out during the battle, though I can't imagine why." Felldoh jumped out of the bed and brought his face down, inspecting the visor. "Neat little trinket." He turned back and jerked his thumb at Entas' visor. "What d'you reckon it is?"
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"I'm sorry but we can't allow you to battle Damien." The woman behind the counter told Rene.

"Whaaat? How come!?" Rene exclaimed annoyed that he wouldn't be able to fight him.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't say why."

"Fine then, who the bloody hell else will fight me!?"
 
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Wylliam allowed himself to get caught up in and join Jake and Brome's laughter. "Well, it's like I always say," he said between laughs, "you can't take life seriously all the time. Isn't that right Cairn," he added with a sly grin in the seasoned warrior's direction. Wylliam was certain that if battle didn't kill that man, his body would eventually implode from his solemn demeanor. Cairn was a man Wylliam respected, but had no intention of emmulating.
 
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