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The Final Round.

'Hurry!' Shouted Ymira while running down the street, she glanced back at the crowd of men chasing after them. Haydee did not need to look back for extra encouragement, she could hear the heavy footsteps of the men behind them giving chase, the prospect of returning to the cell and possibility of facing Percian again made her run all the more faster.

As they rounded a corner on the street, the two found it to be a dead end with an alley branching off the street. They did not see where it went but it was the only route open. Darting into the alley, the two sprinted down the lane and took the only corner, to find that the alley was a dead end.

'Dammit!' Ymira cursed out loud. Hearing the crowd of men behind them, they ran to the end of the alley and turned their backs to the wall, facing the direction the men would have to come from.

As the warehouse men appeared around the corner, Ymira readied her broom, (that she had held on to from the warehouse), to defend herself, while Haydee took a step behind her. As the men rounded the corner, they stopped and smiled victoriously. The girls were theirs again.

As the men smiled a figure forced his way through the crowd of men and cut through to the very front of the crowd between the two Wolves and the men. It was Percian, hold a large smiled on his face with a even bigger smirk on his face then the rest of the men.

'It seems like you have no were else to run,' he taunted.

'We can still fight,' replied Ymira coolly.

'With only that broom? I'm afraid that broom is not much of a weapon. Give up, and I will go easy on you two, deal?'

'Like a sniveling snake bastard like you would ever keep his word!' Replied Haydee.

'Don't try my temper! I can be most violent when I am angry! Do you want me to be angry?' Haydee and Ymira exchanged a glance, but did not give in. Ymira just tightened the grip she had on her broom, and Haydee readied her fist to fight back. 'Tch,' said Percian, annoyed with them. He then turned his back to the Wolves and addressed his men, 'Beat them, but don't kill them. We need them alive, for now.'

The mob then laughed at Percian's order and slowly began to walk forward towards the two girls, with clubs and sticks in hand. Haydee and Ymira remained calm, in their minds they agreed, if they were to go down, it would be fighting.

All of a sudden, a figure that seemed to come from nowhere came falling down into the alley just between the two girls and Percian's men. It was Klethi, the red haired assassin, with a big grin on her face.

'Klethi!' said the two Wolves recognizing the assassin.

Klethi smiled, 'Been causing trouble I see. You had the rest of us worried.'

Percian then forced his way through the crowd again to see what was happening. 'Who are you?' he asked loudly. The man's voice echoed through the alleyway and rung in Klethi's ears, and causing her headache from her previous hangover to return.

'Hey!' Klethi shouted back, 'Not so damn loud!'

Percian looked at his men confused by her request. Woohoo for money mod download. Klethi then turned back to the two girls, 'Seriously, you two have kept me up all night, and I still have my hangover—'

'I asked You a question, wench!' Yelled Percian.

'And I told ya to SHADUP!' Replied Klethi pulling one of her knives from her belt and gesturing towards the young man with it.

'How did you find us?' Asked Ymira.

'I followed the sound of angry men, sure enough the sounds led me to two girls running away from these men. And I ran on the roof tops all the way here,' (Parkour if you play Assassin's Creed), 'the rest of the way to this alley.'

She then turned back to the men and sneered, 'Looks like I arrived just in time huh?'

'Yeah,' agreed Ymira. Klethi then drew her blade, and handed it to the unarmed Haydee, giving all three of them weapons to defend themselves.

Percian laughed at all three of them, 'Do you really think you can hope to beat us?'

'No,' smiled Klethi. 'We are just here to box you in.'

'Box us in?'

'The rest of the Wolves are on their way here, right now. All we have to do now is wait.'

'You're lying…' growled Percian. Just then, from up the alley came sounds of fighting, proving Percian's claim false.

'Does that sound like a lie?' asked Klethi boastfully.

Perican growled, 'Get them!' And the men did as they were told. Now with three armed fighters, (two and a half technically with Ymira's broom). The three Wolves had no trouble holding off the lightly armed men. Haydee could scare most of the men away with her sword, Klethi could pick them off from afar with her knives, and Ymira knocked the rest of them out with her broom. Within minutes, the other Wolves came around the corner, with the Roses in tow, slowly and surely forcing their way through the mob.

With his men being defeated one by one, the Wolves now surrounded Percian. Panicked, he recognized Haydee in the fighting, and pulled out a dagger from his belt and charged at her. Haydee saw Percian coming, and dodged the man's pathetic attempt of a dagger strike, which only showed he never held a weapon before in his life. Haydee then used the pommel of the sword on the top of Percian's arm, causing him to lose his grip on the dagger. After he dropped his weapon, Haydee quickly kicked his foot away, causing the merchant to fall on his knees. And in a swift motion, Haydee then grabbed his head and, with all of her anger towards that man, kneed Percian in the face. He tried to hold on to his wits, but after a second of pain, he blacked out and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.

In a few more moments, the fight was over, and the rest of Percian men had surrendered to the Roses and Wolves. When it was over, one of the Wolves removed his helm and revealed himself to be Alayen, 'Are you two alright?' He asked relieved.

'Alayen!' Exclaimed Ymira running over to him giving him a hug, taking him completely by surprise. For a moment, he did not know what to do, but soon he decided to hug back.

'Where's Roland?' Asked Haydee interrupting the moment.

'He's back at the tournament,' said Alayen ending the hug. 'Probably ready to lose for you two.'

'Well we better let him know we are fine,' smiled Haydee. 'And that he doesn't have to worry about us anymore.'

'Agreed.' said Alayen. 'Me and a few Wolves will lead you to the tourney field, we don't want this to happen again.' Ymira and Haydee nodded in agreement. They would die happy if they never had to go through that experience again.

'Careful,' exclaimed Ali angrily. She was reevaluating her decision to allow the Wolves surgeon Jeremus to look over her after the fight. The two had found a bench for her to sit on under the stands, and Jeremus was busy looking over her.

'Oh, it is not that bad,' said Jeremus looking at a bump on her head from Roland's punch. 'If I recall, you had a few rougher scraps when you were in the Wolves.' He then teased: 'Don't tell me you have gotten softer.'

'Hardly,' replied Ali. 'I must have forgotten your methods-OW!'

'Sorry,' said Jeremus hoping not to anger her. He looked at the bump, fortunately that is all it was, a bump. 'It will heal in a day, it's just a small bump.'

'Good, at least this whole event won't scar me.' She said spitefully. 'As soon as this tournament is over, I'm going to forget the whole thing. It's been nothing but trouble.'

'I agree,' Said Jeremus. 'We were supposed to be relaxing, instead the Wolves are now searching the city late at night and early in the morning. Hardly the break we needed after the Sultanate.'

'Where's Roland?' Asked Ali looking around.

'Probably still in the other gate, resting. Hopefully.'

'Yeah,' said Ali leaning against the wooden wall. 'If he's smart. He looked like hell before our round.' She smiled, 'And he felt worse.'

Just then there was a loud cheer from the crowd, followed by the round ending horn. Jeremus and Ali looked at each other. The round was over. Together, the two of them walked over to a unoccupied gate, and looked out into the tournament field. The only figure standing was Xerina.

'It looks like she won,' observed Ali.

'Was there ever any doubt?' replied Jeremus.

With the last round before the final complete, there was to be a fifteen-minute break for the fighters to rest before the next round. This was to give the fight who fought last, Xerina in this case, to rest before the final fight, in order to try and make the fight as fair as it could be.

'I better go wake Roland in case he's fallen asleep,' said Jeremus.

'I can wake him up,' said Ali, cracking her knuckles threateningly. Jeremus smiled at her method of waking people up.

'Just don't hit him in the shoulder,' smiled Jeremus.

'Wouldn't dream of it,' she replied smugly.

As the two of them headed back to the gate, they were stopped by two armed men in bright green surcoats, forming a wall preventing the two of them even reaching with twenty feet of the gate Roland was in. 'You cannot come any further,' one warned them. 'Head back to the stands.'

'We need to check on Roland,' said Jeremus.

'We are taking care of him. We'll make sure he fights. Now get back or we'll use force,' said the guard placing his hand on the very real sword strapped on his belt, threaten the two of them.

'Hey!' retorted Ali who did not like being threatened.

'Easy, Ali.' said Jeremus putting his hand in front of Ali stopping her from threatening the man. 'We will be on our way.' Jeremus said while guiding Ali away from the two men. When they were far enough away, Jeremus whispered 'Roland's in trouble.'

'But what?' Asked Ali.

'No idea,' he said looking back at the men. 'Do you recognize the colors they were wearing?'

Ali shook her head. 'Bright green? I have no idea who they belong to.'

'Henderson might,' said Jeremus. 'And it might give us an idea who is behind this.'

After the break, the horn for the next round found for the final time. Together two gates, one the gate Roland was confided to, and another opened together. As if on cue, the final to fighters then departed their gates together. In Roland's hands was a damaged tournament shield and a wooden sword provided by Count Klargus's men. The Count wanted Roland to fight to the death, so it seemed only fair to provide some weapons for the fight.

Like Roland, the count also provided weapons for Xerina. In addition to the practice sword and shield, Klargus gave her a small iron dagger to make her task of killing Roland easier. The count needed a way for the combatants to kill each other. Whether it was with the knife in Roland's hands or remained in Xerina's it did not matter to the count. Also the fighter carried another item, a letter. If victorious, she was to plant the letter on Roland, incriminating Roland as a paid fighter for Henderson. Of course she did not know that.

As the two walked towards the center of the arena, the uneasy felling in both of their stomach tightened to a knot. As the two tool their places across from each other for the final round, they stared into each other's helmet. For a moment neither said anything.

'I suppose Count Klagrus talked to you too…' said Roland breaking the silence.

'So you know,' said Xerina.

'He has ordered you to kill me.'

'And you me.' Replied Xerina. After saying that the two grew quiet, unsure what to say. 'How did it come to this?' Asked Xerina.

'Bad luck,' guessed Roland, 'It certainly seems that this tournament has brought nothing but that.'

When Roland had finished speaking, the horn to prepare was sounded. On cue, the two readied their weapons. Roland lifted his right arm, and flinched in pain. He had placed the battered shield on his right hand, due to the recent dislocation, and he was holding his sword in his left hand. Holding a sword in his left hand was nothing new for Roland, thinking ahead he often practiced with his left incase his right ever was damaged. It was not the sword Roland was concerned about, but rather the shield in his other arm. Apart from the pain, it was a pathetic excuse of a shield and seemed to be held together by strings. It would last on long in this fight.

For what seemed like eternity, the two fighters stood in their prepared stance and stared at each other. As they stood there, Lady Sonadel broke through the silence to say, 'I'm sorry, Roland.'

'So am I.' He replied. After a few seconds he added, 'No hard feelings.'

'None at all,' she agreed.

The horn sounded again and the final round begun.

In the noble's box, Henderson stood by King Harlaus's side to listen in on the king's comments.

'This should be quite the fight,' said Harlaus sitting up in his chair excited. Harlaus always watched the tournament down to the final round, and never missed a minute of the tournament. An unsound rule of the nobles box, when the tournament was on, nobody could talk of anything else to the king other then the tournament. That made Henderson one of the only lords that could talk with the king during tournament; he had enough experience with other 'sporting' friends and could make up stats or possible conversations with the king.

'What do you think of this fight Henderson? Who do think will win?'

'Me sir?' Henderson shrugged, 'No one in particular. Both seem to be capable fighters. Xerina is trained and disciplined, while Roland is all those and seasoned as well.' Henderson then looked out at Roland and noticed the sword in the other hand. 'But injured it seems.'

'What makes you say that?' Asked Harlaus.

'Roland is holding his sword in his other hand, my King. That could mean the blow he took in the previous fight did something to his other arm. He is fighting with a handicap. It could lessen his chances to win.' Henderson wanted to add, 'If he plans to win.'

Harlaus nodded, seeing Henderson's logic. 'Does that make you nervous for your friend? Or for your bets?'

'I haven't made any bets on the final round sir.' Replied Harris.

'Hoho, Henderson.' Count Montewar chuckled, listening in on the conservation between the two of them. 'You have made a bet. One of your servants made a large bet in the favor of Roland to win this morning, with a large bag of denars. In case you have forgotten.' With that Montewar returned conversing with some of the other lords not caring about the tournament.

'Oh, so I have…' said Henderson lightly.

'Do you think it is the same person as before?' Harlaus asked, referring to the kidnapping incident from before.

'It would have to be,' said Henderson. 'I joined your company just after being relieved from the Khanate. I only had three thousand denars when I joined you and kept five of my own personal guards, neither one a 'servant'.'

'I see,' said Harlaus in thought.

'For now sir, don't worry about it.' Suggested Henderson. 'It might sort itself out.'

Harlaus nodded, and returned to watching his tournament, and Henderson returned to the King's side.

'My King,' came a voice on the opposite side of the King. Harlaus and Henderson looked up from the round and looked at the owner of the voice. It was Count Klargus. 'I have something that needs to be discussed with you urgently.'

Harlaus sighed annoyed, 'Count Klargus, I am in the middle of watching a tournament. I believe it can wait till later!'

Henderson watched the Count's reaction to the King's ignoring his request. Surprisingly he did not react with anger like he normally did; instead he just smiled politely and said, 'Understood. My king.' And he turned to leave the booth the Nobles had. Henderson's eyes stayed on the Count as he turned and walked behind the rest of the nobles. The smile on his face seemed unnatural for the Count. After Klargus left, Henderson returned his eyes to the fight down in the arena, but his mind remained after the count's smile.

Down in the arena Roland and Xerina were in the heat of battle. Even with Roland using his weak hand with his blade, the two were dead even in skill.

Xerina lunged forward and swung her blade at Roland's chest. He dodged the blade and countered with a swing from his blade at her arm. She was able to block the sword and step back to her original distance. This was a typical exchange of the two had in this fight, neither really directly hitting each other for the longest time.

After about a minute of this exchange, Roland swung his blade at Xerina's head, nicking the tip of her helm, but doing no damage to her. Unbeknownst to her, the hit loosened her helmet straps' grip on her head. Continuing the fight, Roland and Xerina exchanged a few more blows. Seeing and opening, Roland was able to force is blade's pommel at the lower part of her helm were it met her armor. As the wooden handle of the blade met the metal helm, the cool metal smacked the warm skin of Xerina in her lower jaw. The hit made her bite a bit of her cheek, making her mouth fill with blood. After she took a step back, she swallowed the blood and moved her jaw up and down to dull the pain in it; as she did that she failed to notice the leather strap under her chin had torn off its holder and was dangling on the left side of her helmet.

Not noticing the strap, Xerina recovered from the hit and attacked Roland again. After exchanging blows, Xerina built up a power attack and swung at Roland's head. With the added power to the attack, she was forced to tilt her body and head back to add her weight to the attack; causing her helmet to shift up and the slits for vision moved away from her eyes and she became blind in her helmet.

Ignoring the blindness, Xerina swung down hard at the last spot she saw Roland at. As the sword cut through the air, her head then shifted down the helmet shifted again, this time the eye slits fell to the bottom of her eyes, blinding her again. As the blade fell, the spot where she felt Roland would have been was nothing but air. The added weight to her attack made her go a step forward to regain her balance. Blinded because of her helmet, she could not see Roland, but she could hear him, he was a step away, and she could tell from her the sound of his clothes, that he was countering her.

And she was right, he was. Before she could react, Roland had made his blade kissed Xerina's head. The hit caused an uproar in the crowd, who all cheered Roland on. The hit made Xerina stumble backwards, with her helmet falling of her head.

'No,' she thought realizing if she lost her helmet her identity would be revealed to the crowd, there was a small chance that her father would recognize her from his booth, but if someone found out about her identity and word spread to her father, there would little need to do Count Klargus's bidding.

As she felt the helmet side off her head, her heart began to race, worried about the potential outcome if her helmet came off. 'No…' she said out loud.

'Finally,' said Ymira, as she, Haydee, Alayen, Klethi and Deshavi arrived at the tournament arena. 'I never thought I would be so glad to see this place.'

'Agreed,' smiled Haydee. Just then there was a loud cheer from the arena, (from Roland's hit on Xerina), that made all of them look up at the stands. 'I wonder if that is Roland's fight now,' said Haydee.

'It probably is,' said Alayen. 'But hey all he has to do is lose, and this nightmare is over.'

'That doesn't sound hard,' smiled Klethi.

'Alayen!' Came a voice from under the stands. All of them looked at the source of the voice, it was Jeremus with Ali behind him. When the two saw Ymira and Haydee, Jeremus and Ali seemed to have a bright look in their eyes. 'I see you two are alright.' Said Jeremus, smiling.

Ymira and Hardee nodded. 'Great,' said Ali, 'Now I can tell my sisters that this search was a waste.'

'Why is she here?' Asked Ymira confused to she Jeremus so chummy with Ali.

'Roland asked for my help to find you two.' Explained Ali. 'You're welcome.'

'Thanks,' both Haydee and Ymira said. 'Is Roland fighting?' Asked Ymira.

'Yeah,' sighed Jeremus. 'It's the final round. Roland vs. Xerina. It seems to be quite the fight.'

'He's putting a lot of effort into losing huh?' Smiled Klethi.

Jeremus shook his head. 'I don't think so. It's like he wants to win, which may not be so easy for him.'

'Why?' Asked Deshavi.

'I dislocated his shoulder in our round,' admitted Ali.

'And you were supposed to be helping?' Asked Klethi in her blunt manner.

'Either way,' butted in Jeremus, 'Something is wrong. We better let him know you two are all right. He might be able to see you from the arena if you stand in the front of the stands.' All of them nodded, and walked into the arena to see the final round.

As Sonadel felt her helmet slowly begin to lift off of her head, she could hear the footsteps of her opponent, Roland coming towards her at a very quick pace. She assumed he was moving to finish her off, and save his two Wolves. Deep down she could not blame him for trying to win.

But, he merely tackled her and grabbed her helmet and forced it back down on her head. After her helm was back on her head, Roland gave her a push, to help her get back on her feet, while appearing to be fighting her. When she stopped moving back, she stared through the slits of her helm now perfectly aligned with her eyes. 'What are you doing?'

'If your helmet falls off, then we both lose. Right?' Said Roland, knowing there might be little chance of the Wolves being released if Sonadel lost her identity. Count Klargus would have no hold on her, and his plans could be ruined having little reason to keep the two Wolves around or alive. Roland then readied his sword, and glared at Xerina. 'Let's continue the fight.'

Xerina then adjusted her helmet further on her head and also readied her blade, adding, 'Let's.' And the two begun their dance again.

This time Xerina was far more cautious with her attacks, now with her helmet lightly on her head and could not be held down on her head other than through gravity. With her more conserved attacks, Roland was able to block all of the attacks with his sword and battered shield. But this time, Roland failed to notice his shield was now breaking apart, being hung together with only strings.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the group of Wolves were forcing through the stands trying to get to the front of the stands. They knew that something was wrong, with the intensity Roland was fighting at. He was trying, to win it seemed. Which was contrary to what the note told Roland to do, Jeremus and Alayen thought.

'It's quite a fight,' said Klethi observing the fight. 'Which one is Roland?'

'The one with the tattered shield,' reported Alayen who had asked one of the crowd who had seen the whole tournament.

'Keep pushing you two,' said Jeremus to Ymira and Haydee. 'Get to the front and try to get Roland's attention. Before he does something he might regret.' Ymira and Haydee nodded, and begun shoving their way through the stands, getting closer to the arena and the final fight.

Roland breathed heavily under his helmet, and blocked another hit coming in from Xerina. He felt his left arm burn from fatigue, and is right still lightly stung from the earlier dislocation. He needed to finish this, for the two Wolves. He needed to kill her. But there was something blocking him from doing it, some inner pull. Maybe it was the fact he was in the same situation as she was, and if he killed her she would be exposed as a false contestant. He was unsure what would happen, but it would be bad for her and her family.

So for now he was stalling it seems, but for what? He was hoping for a miracle, he guessed. But thoughts of what it might be would have to wait. Xerina's attack required his full attention. Bringing his sword above his head, he blocked the incoming attack from Xerina. As the swords made contact, Roland then felt a sudden pressure in his chest, forcing him back. It was Xerina using her shield to bash at his chest.

The hit, made Roland stagger back a step, and before he could recover, Xerina swung her blade quickly and connected with Roland's helmet. Like Xerina's helmet, the hit made Roland's helmet strap break and his helmet went flying off of Roland's head, as he fell to his knee to the arena's dirt. Like Xerina, blood was filling Roland's mouth from the hit to his cheek. Spiting the blood out of his mouth, quickly Roland got back on his feet and took a defensive stance. Ignoring the fact he had lost his helmet.

Xerina looked at Roland's now that he was helmless, his face was covered in sweat and had a line of blood trickle down from his mouth. His eyes were focused on her, his opponent in this fight. His eyes then seemed to dart from her for a second, and to the arena behind her. When he looked behind her, something in his eyes changed from determined to a look of confusion to one of relief. Roland had caught sight of the two kidnapped Wolves Ymira and Haydee in the front of the stands.

Xerina then took Roland's distraction as a chance to strike, lunging forward; she twisted her arm over her chest and swung her blade at Roland's right side. Delayed by the distraction, Roland moved his shield to block. He was able to block the sword with his shield. The blow hit the shield, and caused the shield to break into dozen of pieces. With the shield gone, the blade still continued on it's path, striking Roland's right arm.

Even with the sword loosing force breaking apart Roland's shield, the hit his arm just below the shoulder, causing a brutally painful pain to rise up his arm, paralyzing Roland with pain.

'It's now or never,' thought Xerina reluctantly. She was three steps away from Roland, and finishing this fight. She exhaled one more time and charged forward.

As she took her first step, she let her blade fall from her right hand and she reached behind her back where the dagger was hidden and grabbed the handle of the real weapon. As she took her second step, she had removed the dagger and pull the weapon in between her and Roland, with the tip pointed at him. The dagger itself was no more then a few inches long. By now Roland saw the dagger and had shifted his eyes to Sonadel's. If she were not wearing her helmet, Roland would have noticed tears of water on the corner of her eyes, on the verge of tears but not actual tears.

As she took the final step, the space between closed between the two. The two were now within an foot of each other, as if they were dancers in a dance together. In those seconds time stood still for Xerina and Roland, their eyes stared at each other and they spoke novels of information.

With one thrust, she forced the dagger into Roland's belly. As the dagger went past the colored surcoat and the outer tournament armor, she stopped not having the desire to force the dagger any further into the man. As the dagger struck Roland, he exhaled as of he the wind knocked out of him, as if it was a fist and not a knife in his gut. Holding the dagger in the spot it was in, Lady Sonadel could fell a warm liquid flow from the tip of the dagger down to the handle of the blade and all over her hand. Repulsed from the idea of blood on her hands, she pulled the dagger from Roland's body.

As the small blade was removed from his body, the liquid began to flow from his body and paint the ground red.

From the stands, the watchers could see the red liquid coming from the one fighter. In the front of them all was the Wolf, Haydee, she knew what the liquid was, and who its source was, but she could not believe it. 'ROLAND!' She cried seeing the blood come from Roland.

As he stood their holding his gut, trying to put pressure on the wound. He then lean forward weakly over Sonadel and said weakly, 'No hard feelings…' and after staying that it seemed his energy failed him, and he fell to the ground with a hard thud.

'What is going on down there?' Demanded King Harlaus now out of his chair and standing leaning out of the booth trying to see what was happening down in the field.

'I have no idea,' said Henderson, close behind the king, concerned over the figure in the center of the field, in the dirt not moving. He knew it was Roland. But as to what happened, he could only guess.

'My King,' came a familiar voice from behind them. Both turned to see Count Klargus standing beside the King's seat with a blank face on his face. 'I have some unsettling news. I have uncovered a plot within your great tournament, of someone rigging the fighters and making bets on the rigged fighters! I must regret to inform you that it is your beloved Henderson, my king.'

For a moment Harlaus was silent, he was cautious with his reply, 'I see. And I suppose you have some proof. Some DAMNING proof, Count Klargus.'

'Of course, my King,' the Count smiled ominously.

Back down in the arena, Xerina stood over Roland, with the murder weapon in her hand, covered in his blood. Seeing the liquid drip from the tip of the blade she cast it aside, sickened by the blood on it. She had never killed someone before. She felt her gut wrench as she stared at the body, as if she was about to vomit. Swallowing hard, she kneeled on one knee beside the body, and whispered, 'I'm sorry.' Shaking her head lightly, she then took the letter that Count Klargus gave her and as he instructed her, tucked it under Roland's armor.

She had to force herself not to punch her leg in anger against the plan. But she remembered what was on the line for her; why she needed to do it. Standing on her feet, Xerina then felt a sting in her injured leg, as if it was tugging on her memory. She immediately remembered that Roland knew of her leg, and yet he did not strike it. It was as if he wanted to fight fairly with her and not resort to some cheap hit for a win. After thinking that, her gut twisted even further. She then turned her back to the arena and began to walk back to her gate, and she hoped to freedom from this nightmare.

The crowds in the stands were an unsettling quiet for a victor of the tournament. After seeing the blood come from Roland's body, a large hush came over the fans. While a death or two in a tournament was not usual, this one was unexpected for them. The cheerers exchanged glances towards each other, trying to figure out what just happened. Most believed they witnessed a murder, but they could not tell from their stands.

As the gates opened, Xerina glanced back to Roland one final time, he was still in the ground and motionless. Sighing depressed, she went through the gates and left the arena behind her. After a few steps into the stands, the gate dropped into the ground behind her, and several of Count Klargus's men stepped out from the ends of the hallway and effectively sealed her in between them and the gate. 'Count Klargus will be down shortly to address what happened out there,' one of them said.

Xerina said nothing, and did not move. She did not expect this to turn out well for her, she had murdered someone in the tournament, that alone would blacklist her against all of the other tournaments in the Realm, so effectively her career as a tournament fighter was over. But that was the least of her worries, if she cared any longer. She now was numb with indifference, and still a daze of shock over what happened.

After about a minute of waiting, the two guards then were signaled that their lord was nearby, and they motioned Xerina to follow them. After a brief walk into the waiting area for the fighters, Xerina was brought before King Harlaus himself, and the two counts Klargus and Henderson. She felt their gazes on her like they were a panel of judges deciding her fate. In defiance to respect, Xerina kept her helm on. She was positive that the King would recognize her, and if he did everything she did would be for nothing

'What is this about, Count Klargus?' Asked Harlaus, looking at the smiling Count.

'Simple my lord,' replied Count Klargus. 'I have recently discovered that your trusted lord, Count Henderson,' he said looking at Henderson, 'is guilty of rigging your tournament, my king.'

Harlaus shot a glance at Henderson, who was standing calming behind the king. 'You better have some damning proof Count Klargus.'

'Oh I do my king.' Boasted Klargus. He then stood behind Xerina and placed his hand on her shoulders, like she was his daughter. 'This fighter, Xerina, came to me this morning at admitted something in secret to me. She swore that Henderson was holding some secret of hers against her, and she was being forced to work for him.' Xerina just lowered her head to the ground, and said nothing, she felt sickened even further by the Count's tale. 'She informed me, that Henderson tried to get her to lose this round to Roland, his own personal dog.'

'Then why did she win?' Asked Harlaus.

'I promised her protection if she win the round, and helped me prove Henderson a fraud.' He then took his arms from her and said with an undertone of disgust, 'It seems she used her own methods to ensure victory.'

'What do you mean?' Asked the King.

'I…' started Sonadel, 'I killed him… I killed Roland of the Wolves with a dagger I had hidden on me sir.'

Henderson and King Harlaus look at each other with surprise. Then Henderson looked at Sonadel and asked, 'You what?'

'She killed him,' stepped forward Klargus answering for her. 'It was the only way she could win.' He then turned to her disappointed, 'I am afraid she will have to pay for that later. I cannot turn away from this deed that you have done, my girl.' Xerina looked down again; even she thought that about herself.

'If testimony from his fight is all that you have Count Klargus is all that you have, it is not enough in my mind to convict anyone,' said the King folding his arms.

'Ah, my king. I am sure we can find more evidence on the deceased,' replied Klargus calmly.

'You mean Roland?' Asked Henderson now sounding angry.

'Yes, he may not be able to testify with his mouth, but I am sure we might find something on his person to incriminate Henderson.'

'So that is what the letter was for,' realized Xerina to herself.

'My King, we must search the body. There might be something of value on it!' Count Klargus demanded to the king.

'Hey now, I have feelings too, Klargus…' came a voice from the end of the waiting area. All four turned to see a figure leaning his back on one of the walls that formed the gate's hallway with his arms folded. It was Roland. 'Last time I checked I am not a 'body'.'

'You!' Said Klargus surprised.

'It can't be…' though Xerina staring at the very much aloe Roland.

'You're supposed to be dead!' Said Klargus.

'Am I?' Asked Roland walking towards the four. 'Who said that?'

'Well this is a surprise,' said King Harlaus.

'But the blood? I saw blood, I felt blood on my hands,' said Xerina holding out her stained hand. Roland smiled and reached under his padded armor to bring out a pierced leather bag covered in a red liquid. Jeremus's wine skin.

'Wine skin,' explained Roland. 'Cut it open and it spills wine.' He chuckled, 'Wine looks a lot like blood from really far away.'

'Or with tears in your eyes,' thought Sonadel.

'Grr, Search him! He has evidence on him!' Shouted the Count to the King.

'I don't know what you are talking about,' shrugged Roland. 'I don't have anything on me.'

'You liar!' Count Klargus retorted. 'My King, search him. He has a letter on him saying that he took bribes from Henderson!' The very second after the count said that, a triumphant grin grew on Roland's face, and he began to laugh. 'What's so funny?' Demanded Count Klargus.

'Your right,' admitted Roland pulling a sealed letter from his pocket. 'I did lie. I do have this letter on me…' Klargus then smiled as well, 'You see my King he—'

'However,' butted in Roland. 'How do you know about what is in this letter Count Klargus? As you can see,' Roland flipped the letter to reveal the red wax seal on the letter, 'the letter remains sealed, and yet you seem to know a lot about what it says.' Count Klargus's brow then moistened with a cold sweat. 'Care to explain that?'

The attention of the King then shifted from Xerina as the one on trail to Count Klargus. The count was at a loss for words, and Roland could see in his eyes he was trying to think of an explanation. Not giving the count time to give an explanation, Roland continued, 'I believe a very likely explanation is that you wrote this letter yourself, Count Klargus. That is how you know what is on this letter before you even have had a chance to read it.'

'Now,' Roland walked towards the Count and waved the letter in the air, 'if the king were to read the letter and it were to contain the information that you just said, it would look very coincidental. Almost too fitting, if you ask me.'

'Careful,' Warned Count Klargus leaning close and lowering is voice, 'You have a lot to lose, or don't you remember?'

Roland smiled whispering back, 'That threat would have pull on me, if I did not know that my two Wolves were freed and are now in the stands above us. You have nothing on me anymore, Count. But now I have everything on you.' And he stepped to the side of the count and passed by him saying, 'My king, I have a confession to make. I was bribed to ensure a certain outcome of this fight. But not by Henderson, but rather by Count Klargus himself.'

'My lord, do not listen to him!' Protested Klargus.

'Quiet, Count Klargus. I heard your claims, now I am listening to Roland's.' King Harlaus pronounced, stonewalling Count Klargus from interrupting. He then flashed his palm to give Roland permission to continue.

'Last night after I left the feast, I had received word that two from my company were kidnapped and being held ransom. In order to get them back I needed to win in the first round today, and lose in the final round. And I was willing to comply, until Xerina's preliminary round, when I was approached by Count Klargus, revealing to me that he was the one behind this kidnapping, and altered the arrangement. He then ordered me that I would have to kill Xerina in order to save my two people. And that Xerina would be ordered to do the same.'

Harlaus looked at Xerina and asked, 'Why would she have the same instructions as you?'

Roland then walked up to the king and whispered, 'Count Klargus was threatening to reveal a sensitive secret of hers. One that would forbid her from entering any other tournaments.'

Harlaus then glanced at Xerina, but said nothing just nodded lightly following what Roland was saying. Roland then handed the King the letter. 'I can swear to you, King Harlaus I did not write this letter. And I can promise you that Henderson is in no way responsible for this tournament rigging he is accused of.'

Harlaus held the letter in his hand, and played with the with the wax seal on the parchment. He then looked at Xerina. She seemed to be at the center of both stories, and the one whose word would prove either one or the other.

'What do you have to say to all of this Xerina?' The King asked, 'You seem to be the center of all of these plots in a way. And only you can really tip the balance to say which one is true. So which is it?'

Xerina froze with surprise, she was now the center of the attention again, this time by four people and not just three. Her eyes moved around and met with all of the other eyes. Her first glance was to the King himself, his eyes were grey and seasoned with age, yet he seemed annoyed. Perhaps by this whole affair tainting his tournament, she guessed. The she looked at Henderson. She had seen him before on many occasions, but never had a good look of his eyes until now. They were sharp and bright green. They had a clever look to them like a fox's eyes. But they also had an undertone of emotion, not pleading but rather a lesser form of that, hoping that she would say something that would stop this whole business.

The next one she looked at was Count Klargus, the plotter himself. His eyes were dark, ominous and distrusting. But he wore a look that made Sonadel shudder, as if he was screaming, 'you know what is at stake here.' And finally there was Roland, and his eyes. His eyes were soft and trusting, almost smiling. He seemed to believe that she would help him out, like he knew she was at odds with herself. How she hated the fact she was at Count Klargus' mercy.

After looking at all four eyes, she looked to the ground and made up her mind. 'My King,' answered Xerina, 'the claim that Roland has made against Count Klargus is…' she paused to reflect her decision, and it made her laugh a little as to the little reason for her decision, Roland has come this far with his little stunt, why have it end here? '…True. Roland and I were puppets to the Count as his claims.'

'Why you little bitch!' Said Count Klargus rushing towards her. But before he got a foot closer to Xerina, Roland stepped in and stood in between her and the Count.

He stared down the Count and said, 'I'd be careful here Count. You have already thrown out many false accusations today. I would suggest you hold your tongue, because I doubt the king would care to listen to you any further.'

For a moment the five stood silent as King Harlaus closed his eyes and paused in thought. After a moment he opened his eyes and stared at Count Klargus. 'Count Klargus, after hearing the testimony of Roland and Xerina, I am inclined to believe that you are the one behind this.' 'My lord, please listen,' the Count pleaded. 'Enough, I have had my suspicions that you were unhappy as a count in your service to Swadia, and now this rigging of the tournament proves it.'

King Harlaus then walked to Count Klargus and stood in front of him, 'As of this moment, I disown you as a Count for the Kingdom of Swadia. You have until the end of the day to leave Dhirim, and the end of the week to leave Swadian lands. If you are found within the lands at all, you will be treated like an outlaw and traitor.'

'But my king, where will I go?'

'I do not care! Anywhere but here! Understand?'

The Count stared at the King, with fear in his eyes, as if this was the one thing he never could have imaged would have happened to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the king's stare broke him. For a tense moment, the Count just stood there barely able to hold his pose. Then he broke away from the king's stare and began to head for the nearest exit. At first he was slow and cautious, then he begun to walk briskly away, not turning his head back once for fear of the King.

When he was gone, Harlaus sighed annoyed, 'He was on my nerves ever since Suno. I guess this was not all that surprising.' He then turned to look at Xerina and Roland. 'Now, what to do about this…' he said in thought. Roland and Xerina looked at each other confused to what the king was referring two. 'According to you two, Count Klargus rigged this tournament. So that means that the outcome of this tournament is not what it should have been, right?' Roland chuckled, he had forgotten all about it. 'So I am obligated to call a rematch.'

'Pardon my lord, but there is another way to resolve this. Instead of fighting again why not declare a draw?' King Harlaus looked at the source of the voice, it was Henderson with a sheepish smile on his face. 'I mean the fighters must be tired after their fights and perhaps do not want to fight again for a while.'

The King glanced back to Roland and Xerina, who understood what Henderson was saying. Roland was exhausted, his right arm hurt from the hit he had received from the previous fight and it's dislocation. Xerina was no better, her leg was throbbing in pain and she had used up all of her energy in the last fight. The sound of another round did not sound appeasing to either of them.

'I would agree to that…' Roland smiled weakly.

'And I as well…' copied Xerina.

King Harlaus looked at the two and raised a brow in bewilderment. He found it odd that neither wanted to win this tournament. He sighed disappointed and said, 'Well I guess that is an acceptable way to go about it… I certainly had more fun watching this tournament then any of the other's I had this year.' He then nodded and made up his mind, 'I will call it a draw.' He then smiled, 'I hope you two will then visit us in the castle tonight for the final night of the feast.'

'Perhaps,' said Xerina.

Roland chuckled, 'I doubt I will be able to, King Harlaus. I have been up since last night my king, and my body is now in protest because of it.'

'Shame,' said the king disappointed. 'Oh well, another time, Roland.'

'Another time,' agreed Roland. And with that the King of Swadia turned and left for the nobles' booth to declare the verdict and end the tournament.

When he was gone, Henderson stepped forward and sighed relieved, 'Phew, that was a close one wasn't, Roland?'

'Yeah,' the Wolf sighed. 'And now it's worked out for the better, hasn't it?'

'It seems so,' agreed Henderson. He then looked at Xerina and smiled, 'Wouldn't you agree, Lady Sonadel?'

Xerina seemed to freeze solid after hearing her alter ego, 'How—How do you know my name?'

'Roland told me last night as we searched for his Wolves,' admitted Henderson. Lady Sonadel turned her head slowly at Roland. She was cross with him, and it made Henderson laugh, 'Do not worry, My Lady. Your secret is safe with me. I personally do not care if you want to fight in tournaments for your own pleasure.'

Lady Sonadel looked at Henderson, who gave her a reassuring smile. Trusting him, she removed her helmet and revealed her face to him. 'Well, there is no longer any need to keep this on,' she sighed. Her face was still red from the fight and her brow was covered in sweat. The cool air under the stand was welcomed to the lady.

'I have to admit, you two were neck and neck out there. I was unsure who would win in the end,' praised Henderson.

'Thank you, my lord.' Sonadel said, accepting his praise.

'Please,' he requested. 'You can address me as 'Lord' when other lords are about, but here, just Henderson.' Sonadel nodded grateful to be rid of the formality.

'So,' said Roland looking at the doorway where Count Klargus fled. 'Count Klargus was the one behind it all…'

'It seems so,' nodded Henderson, 'He always spited me after I took Suno from him, and he was the Count I always suspected would do something like this to me. And he was the one of the Counts who wanted Xerina to advance rather then Hagan.' He then exhaled hatefully, 'I should have seen it… he was blackmailing Sonadel…'

'Henderson,' said Roland understandingly, 'It's not your fault. And I mean what does it matter? It worked out in the end.'

Henderson chuckled once and said, 'I guess you are right.' Henderson then raised an eyebrow, 'By the way how did you know Haydee and Ymira were safe?'

'I saw them in the stands with some of the other Wolves, that's how I knew— Oh crap,' said Roland realizing something. 'I have to go.'

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'Why?' Asked Henderson.

'The Wolves still think I am dead! I better tell them the good news!' Roland quickly turned to sprint out of the arena to find his men.

'Roland,' shouted Henderson after him. Roland slowed down and turned to listen in, 'I'll swing by your inn later tonight, I will talk to you then.' Roland gave a quick nod and continued running to his men.

Henderson shook his head and laughed. He then turned to Sonadel and said, 'You better get that helmet on and get back to the castle if you want to keep Xerina in future tournaments.'

The lady looked away from the running Wolf and nodded to his request. As she placed her helm on, she asked, 'Henderson, what inn is he staying at?'

It took Roland a good five minutes to get out of the arena and find the troop with their black surcoats. They all seemed to gathered around someone in the middle of the crowd. It was Haydee, with tears in her eyes being consoled by Ymira who also had tears hers. Everyone in the troop seemed to be sad, and wore a long face.Mount And Blade Warband Xerina Download

Roland decided it was not wise to boisterously shout he was alright. And he slowly walked up to them and tapped one of them in the shoulder. As the man turned to see who tapped him, when he saw it was his captain, his face grew wide and amazed, like he had seen a ghost.

After he turned, another Wolf joined, and another and so forth, until all of the Wolves were looking back at him. When Ymira recognized Roland, her face showed she was unsure what to think until a wide smile grew across the blonde's face. She was happy to see he was alright. She then shook Haydee to have her look up. The young Wolf's face rose up slowly, and Roland's eyes met Haydee's. He was wearing a sheepish smile on his face, as if to say 'Sorry I tricked you.'

At first Haydee thought she was dreaming, that he was back from the dead. But as she whipped the tears from her eyes, she knew her eyes were not playing tricks. Without a moment of hesitation, Haydee rushed Roland, grabbing him around his chest giving him a tight hug and forced her head on the top of Roland's chest. Roland grunted in pain because she grabbed him around his right arm as well and squeezed. 'Ow, ow owowowowow. Haydee…' said Roland in pain.

Haydee then let he grip loose hearing his complaints of pain. She then looked up at Roland confused and worried, thinking he was still wounded. He looked down at her and smiled, and explained that the arm was in pain from it being dislocated earlier. She then lessened her grip to let his arm out of her arms, when the arm was clear, the Sarranid girl then hugged Roland again.

This time he did not stop her, and placed this hand on her head as she said, 'I was afraid I lost you… That I would have to be alone again…'

'Hey,' said Roland softy, 'No more of this; you have changed. Remember?'

'Still,' she sniffed. 'Promise me you will never do this to me again…'

Roland smiled and tilted her head to look in her eyes, 'I will… IF you promise me that you will not cry like this again, and you never get kidnapped again.'

Haydee smiled, 'They got lucky, if I was not carrying Ymira I could have taken them.'

Roland chuckled, 'I don't doubt that, but promise me that, and I will not do something like this to you again. Deal?'

'Deal,' she nodded. Haydee then smelt an odor come from Roland's pierced padded leather. 'Why do you smell like wine?' She asked.

'It's…' started Roland, but then he felt his motivation vanish with the passing of a yawn from his mouth. 'A long story that will have to wait until I get some rest.' He then looked up at all of the other Wolves and said, 'I'm sure we all could use some rest.' The company cheered in agreement. 'Then let's head back to the inn. It's been one hell of a long tournament.' And together, the entire company of Wolves headed back to the inn. Grateful for the end of this tournament.

End Notes

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