Xena was trapped. I weighed my options. Picking up the spear, I threw. He falls, blood staining the floor a deep red. Xena was still lying on the floor, a huge gash opened in her side. I prop up her head, and examine the wound. A smell, like rotting meat rose up to mee t my nostrils. "Poison." I said, the words staining my mouth like blood. My friend already had the glassy look of one who was struck down by poison.

5 years later....

"What was that?" The sound repeated itself. My men flew every each way, hands grasping weapons in readiness. A blur inserted itself in the middle of my men; slashing with a rusty broadsword. David, and Reme did not have time to react. The warrior's blade slashed Reme, then impaled David in the abdomen. I drew my sword, and thrust my blade in an attempt to parry the sword as it came up. It didn't, instead a hand flew out, and the motion was continued by a round disc of metal. "A chakram?" I made a quick slash at the robed figure's neck, the cloth fluttered down to reveal a mass of blonde hair and a pale face. "Gabrielle? It's me, Joxer...remember?"