Chapter. 3 Soul of Patrokolos.

The both took their stance. „Flee, before you destroy yourself.", Viola quoted. Patrokolos didn't answer, but Raphael could tell that Patrokolos had no idea why Viola challanged him.

Patrokolos took out his sword. Not Soul Calibur ofcourse. But his normal sword. He ran towards Viola, but Viola herself didn't do anything... Yet. Not until his sword was about to touch Viola's stomach, she reacted. She jumped over him, and later made her orb go downwards, hitting him. „Tremble!." She sais. Patrokolos stood up, this time aiming for the feet. But missed.

Viola was already on step ahead, and held him towards her orb. „Eh...?" He said, drenched in blood. He was lying on the ground. „PATROKOLOS!" Said the sweet Pyrrha, as she ran down to the arena and to Patrokolos. „Are you ok!?" She said, holding his head. Patrokols smiled. „Ofcourse I am, Pyrrha. I don't think I'll continue in the tournament though." He said, a little dissapointed.

Raphael kept a close eye on Viola, and decided to walk down to ask her about her comment earlier in the forest. He walked down, in the opening, where Viola stood, her orb hovering above her right hand.

„Viola!", Raphael said, as he walked towards her. Viola looked up, her expression pretty much the same. „What did you mean by that thing you told me in the forest?" Viola looked behind her for a while, before answering. „Z.W.E.I.", she answered. Raphael raised an eyebrow. „Who is that?" Viola got paler. „We travelled together." „He never came home with you though." Raphaels said, no idea what Viola was thinking about.

„Fate ended for him." She said, looking down on her feet. Raphael's eyes widened, and wanted to hug her, like he used to do with Amy, but obviously didn't.