Hello again. It sure has been a while. I was kind of losing momentum writing the story. Anyway, this chapter is the longest yet, and is one of my favorites. So, I hope you like it too.

Ten dark elves stood around the entrance to a sloping tunnel, readying blades and checking the steel and leather armor the protected their chest and most of the lower body. Light leather helmets covered the upper part of their heads, but had large slits to look through. The only parts the armor didn't cover were from the biceps of their arms to the lower part of their forearm, which were outfitted in spiked gauntlets. The armor also didn't cover all of their legs, but ended at the knees, leaving about a foot of bare skin between their leg armor and boots.

In this group of ten in the front were the three red ranked elves, Sakov, Drizzon, and Rotilan, who was grumbling as always while the other two were checking their blades, and in the case of Drizzon, testing his bow string. Rotilan however, only carried his usual short sword. Many enemies thought that the mage would not be skilled in close combat, and eagerly came in, hoping for an easy kill, but were sadly mistaken, and most were sent running the other way after the first exchange of attacks. The room in which they stood was circular, made of stone, and the walls were splattered with grime.

Sakov adjusted his helmet and sheathed his long blades, feeling for the two other hilts on his back. His hands met the two hilts of the short curving scimitars that Commander Rockfell had suggested he put there just in case.

He turned to his fellow elves, who hushed, except for Rotilan who mumbled, "Why does he get all the attention?"

"We are being put out there," Sakov began in a strong voice, just starting to get used to addressing his fellow elves, and in turn, being respected and listened to. "To please Nords. That is all. According to Rockfell, the King wants us to die in this match. We will not give him that satisfaction!" He roared, drawing a cheer from the other elves, and a half-hearted grunt from Rotilan, who was still preparing his spells in his mind.

"We will win today if we don't falter, and hold strong!" Sakov went on, and the elves around him nodded. "You know the tactics, remember your training, as I will. But," Sakov said, changing tone. "We will not give the Nords the satisfaction of killing."

Rotilan frowned, finally paying attention and saying, "What in all of the peaks of the Red mountain are you talking about?" but Sakov didn't pay heed to this remark, but continued on.

"The King loves killing, he doesn't care if a lot of his warriors die, he prefers it! We will kill no one today. No lives should be spent for mere entertainment.

"Hit with flat sides of the blades, use minor attacks, and slam pommels, but we are not going to give that King satisfaction."

One by one, the elves started to nod again, and then together all ten elves, Rotilan half-heartedly, began to chant, first softly, then louder, until the whole chamber echoed with their words.

After a minute or so of this, the elves began to disperse and adjust their weapons and gear again. Rotilan grabbed Sakov's arm and turned him, staring him evenly in the eye.

"No paying back the Nords?" He asked. Sakov shook his head.

"And that goes with spells too." Sakov added. "Only use spells to injure, no massive fireballs, no huge lightning bolts, or whatever in the seas of the east you can make."

Sakov started to turn but Rotilan turned him back.

"No fireballs?" He asked, almost pleaded. Sakov shook his head defiantly, annoyed.

"Only if necessary. Use spells to knock out or tire, or even better, shield the rest of us." Sakov said in tones of finality. He saw another retort coming so he stated flatly. "That is all."

As Sakov walked away he heard Rotilan muttering angrily, but knew that deep down Rotilan agreed with him. He walked to Drizzon who was making sure the quiver of arrows that Rotilan had enchanted with endless arrows was still working. Drizzon turned to regard Sakov.

"Should I shoot for legs?" He asked. Sakov nodded.

"But if there are ranged archers, ones we can't reach with swords, shoot them in the shoulder."

Drizzon nodded and turned away. Sakov heard heavy footsteps at the door and saw the bulky Rockfell come through and walk to Sakov.

"Ye got em' ready to fight?" He asked. Sakov nodded and told Rockfell his idea about no killing.

"Wha'?" Rockfell said surprised. "Ye know whatever yer facin' ain't gonna show ye the same."

Sakov nodded but held by his decision. Rockfell, in his respect for Sakov over the last few days of training, did not object.

"Ye are the one leadin' em', not me." Rockfell put in, but Sakov didn't say anything.

"Well," Rockfell said when Sakov made no comment. "Good luck to ye."

And he marched from the room, the heavy wooden door slamming hard. With nothing to do, Sakov reached up to his shoulders and spun out his scimitars, practicing a quick double cross maneuver, pivoting on his left foot and spinning to attack to the side. He altered the blade face so if there had been an enemy there, they would not have felt the bite of the sharp edge, but the sting of the flat side.

Then a loud horn erupted out of what seemed the ceiling itself, the signal Sakov had been waiting for. He sheathed his blades as he darted quickly across the room motioning to the elves to follow him up the tunnel sloping upwards to a small bright circle of light at the top.

Drizzon and Rotilan fell in step behind Sakov, and the seven others followed them, the elves' light feet making almost no sound against the tough rock on which they ran.

The walls were splayed with grime and dirt, the smell flowing into Sakov's nose, and he almost gagged. The tunnel was roughly circular, and as they neared the end, they saw it widened to where a steel gate was positioned. When the elves reached within ten feet of the gate, it slowly ascended into the ceiling, screaming and groaning with protest from rust. The gate was fully brought up with a clang! and all that was left visible was ten small spikes that descended from the rock ceiling. A mass of screams and roars met their ears, assaulting their senses as much as the sudden brightness of the sun did. The elves walked out, amazed by the sites. Behind them the gate clanged shut.

The stadium was huge. It was roughly two hundred yards wide and two hundred yards long. About one hundred yards of width and length took up the playing field. The field was covered in about one or two inches of dirt, but under that was a thick layer of rock. Ten huge stone pillars surrounded the outer center of the field and in between the pillars at about ten feet were chains that connected between the pillars.

The rest of the stadium was a different matter. It hosted twenty five thousand stone benches, nearly all taken by Nords. The seat levels were tiered, so the highest point of the stadium was well over a hundred feet off the ground. An area of about forty feet separated the first benches from the field, and twenty more feet up on a stone platform was a huge throne, slightly shaded by a stone jutting out above it. In this chair sat the King of the Nords, Gargoth, who gazed down at the elves, sneering slightly. Two black spiked guards stood next to him, and many more blocked the entrances to the platform.

Throughout the stadium Nords walked through the seats, selling food and such items. The top of the stadium, which was about fifty feet over the top row, had ten huge pillars that extended up into the sky and were circled around the stadium. At the top of these pillars were flags showing different Nord cities and such, and mostly the Nord flag itself.

But to Sakov, there was no time to be looking at the stadium. He was looking at the field already planning tactics.

Could Rotilan levitate up to the top of the pillars? He thought. No, he concluded. If there was ranged fire, he would be almost helpless. They needed a circle defense, he guessed, that way they would have all the different angles covered.

"As soon as it starts," Sakov said, loud enough for the other elves to hear. "Form a circle defense. Rotilan, we could use a defensive spell."

Rotilan nodded, and began to prepare another spell, making it easier to access in his mind when battle was upon him.

Sakov thought of saying something else, telling the elves something supportive, but he could not think of anything, and a second a loud voice boomed across the stadium though magic.

"Welcome Nords of Skyrim!" Boomed the voice, which turned out to be a Nord announcer near the King. "Today, we give you a battle that has not been done in many, many years! I give you… the battle of Ronth Kei!"

The stadium roared, louder than it had in a long time. Many knew the famed battle of Ronth Kei. Ronth Kei was one of the first ten battles of Skyrim, the hardest ever. It had been altered of course, but the changes only made it only more brutal. But then the stadiums cheers started to diminish as they saw the ten elves. Ten elves?, most Nords thought. This would be over even before it began.

The announcer seemed to notice this, and started to speak again.

"This battle will shake the arena itself good Nords! Get ready…"

The stadium went near silent with anticipation.

"And we begin!" The announcer roared. Five gates across from the elves opened, and over thirty arrows and spears combined soared out, streaking across for the unprepared elves. Sakov swung out the two scimitars, which would be faster at batting away the missiles, but he didn't need to. A burst of energy blasted out of their hastily formed circle, crashing against the arrows and spears, breaking them in half and sending them crashing to the ground.

Sakov didn't have to turn far for the solution of what had happened. Rotilan stood, hands out, teeth gritted in determination, getting another spell ready.

The ground shook as twenty heavily armed Nords ran from the gates, but that was only a distraction. The stone behind the elves started to move, and just as an elf shouted out, five huge boulders came rolling down at them. The circle of elves moved frantically, and only one elf was injured, who had his leg slightly crushed. But the elf would not give up, and grimacing in pain, got to his feet again. The ground shook again, and Sakov realized it wasn't only the coming Nords that were doing it.

As suddenly as the boulders, the ground seemed to open up to the side of the elves, letting out ten more Nords. And suddenly, they were in combat. Sakov fought with his long blade, parrying and attacking, knocking out a heavily armored Nords in one hit. He drove a Nord back with four quick ferocious attacks and slammed the sturdy pommel of his sword into the Nords face, making the huge figure collapse.

The elves fought brilliantly against the first ten Nords, even better after Rotilan put a shielding spell over all of them that deflected minor hits. After thirty seconds, with twenty more Nords bearing down on them, the first ten were all knocked unconscious.

"Wedge form!" Sakov yelled to the elves, and in less than three seconds, the circle changed into the shape of a triangle, and attacked the Nord line formation with the wedge formation, smashing through the first line easily, while the elves near the back defended against any Nords trying to get around.

Drizzon fired arrow after arrow, striking at their legs and places that wouldn't kill. When a Nord approached, he drew out his sword quickly, replacing his bow on his back. He parried quickly and put the Nord into a difficult routine of fakes and hits, and by the span of eight seconds, Drizzon stood back and the Nord fell to the ground knocked out. He turned back and brought out his bow again, firing away.

Up on the stone platform, the King was chuckling. This was not the battle; this was merely trying to get the elves confident before they were utterly demolished. The King laughed, and sat back on his throne, watching.

The Group of twenty Nords were reduced to ten in one minute without any dunmer casualties, and after twenty more seconds, all twenty were on the ground unconscious.

Sakov stood at the front, breathing hard, watching the field for a sign of their next challenge. And then again, the ground started to shake. Sakov looked around, searching, but the disturbance seemed to be under them.

And then there was an explosion, and the ground was torn apart, and a mass of flaming inferno, everywhere.

Sakov leaped back, being lightly singed by the flames. He called for a retreat, but he doubted any could here over the rush of fire and explosion of the earth.

And then eight others were beside him, and Drizzon was yelling that they had lost an elf.

And then the fire stopped, leaving smoke everywhere, and pieces of rock and earth knocked around the field. And then, they saw it.

A huge worm, four feet thick and sixty feet long, towered above them, the Nords roaring when they too saw the beast. The worm's outer skin was near white with a little of brown, for these rare beasts lived in the ice, under the ice. Its mouth was open, displaying twenty razor sharp teeth. The worm's fire also came from its mouth, as it had just displayed.

The silence was broken by a flash and a bang, and then the sound of an arrow being released. A lightning bolt crashed into the worm's face, and an arrow slammed right above the worm's small eye.

Drizzon drew back another arrow, and Rotilan went into spell casting again, but the worm roared in anger and coiled up and leaped for the elves. The group of nine split in half, one half rolling to the left while the other went to the right. The worm missed, and slammed into the ground where they had been a second before. Another of Drizzon's arrows pierced its face, and a second later an inferno, not unlike the worm before had produced, crashed into the ground next to the worm, pushing it back and it fell on its back. Sakov and two other elves were next to it in a second, attacking with their sharp swords to try and penetrate the thick skin.

The worm groaned in agony, and shook its massive body, throwing Sakov and the two others back. Sakov rolled up to his feet lightly, hardly taking any damage. The worm roared, and opened its huge mouth, and Sakov was just able to shout out at the last second.

"Dive!"

A raging inferno like before erupted from the worm' mouth, melting stone and blackening dirt.

Smoke rose up like a great monster, blocking everything. And then, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, blasting the smoke back. Sakov knew it was Rotilan, and dived forward to where he guessed the rest of the elves were. And rolled right next to the worm. It dived down for Sakov, who slid to the side, just managing to escape the beast's razor sharp teeth. He leapt up, and stabbed his sword into the worm's hide, and it stuck, but as he tried to take it out, the worm rose in the air, bringing Sakov with it, who was still hanging by his sword.

The worm roared, and tried to shake the blade and Sakov free, but Sakov held on firmly, and his blade remained firmly planted. Drizzon fired again, striking the worm near the mouth. The worm roared and crashed towards the ground, aiming for the group of elves.

Sakov tried to heave his sword out, but realized that it wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, so he spun the two scimitars out of their sheaths, slashing down on the worm's back. The worm reared suddenly and reversed its motion, crashing down on its back to get rid of Sakov. Sakov waited until the last second and spun up on to the other side of the worm, slashing away with the two blades. The worm tried to get up again, but Sakov wasn't going to let it, and his attacks became more and more powerful.

Another arrow struck the worm, and the other elves charged in, Rotilan unsheathing his blade along with Drizzon. And then there were nine elves upon the worm, attacking and keeping it in place. The worm roared one last time, before it fell still. The crowd was silent. None had survived this far without more than half of their force gone.

Sakov turned, sheathing his two scimitars and pulling out his long blade, watching for a sign of what they would face next. Everything was still deathly quiet. A small echo of something crashing came out at them and then came a low grinding. The elves heard it, and turned, but the grinding seemed to be coming from everywhere. Then quietly, Drizzon muttered, "Look."

Ten sections in the wall were receding into the ceiling, and two huge figures walked out of each section. In front was a huge black armored guard, like the ones Sakov, Drizzon and Rotilan had fought in the main hall. Behind them were equally heavily armed guards wielding bows.

"No." Sakov muttered. How would they survive this?

"Form up, defensive wall formation. Rotilan, give the group another shielding spell." Sakov said, taking a deep breath. The huge guards closed in, the archers standing back. The front guards heaved out their six-foot hammers and charged. A blinding flash came over the nine elves, and smoke billowed around them from Rotilan's shielding spell.

Drizzon let an arrow fly, and it slammed into one armored guard, denting the armor slightly.

Sakov swung his blade around and as the huge Nords entered his range and swung, he ducked and stabbed, but his sharp blade did not penetrate.

He used the force to swing his legs and avoid a downward swing that crashed into the ground, spraying dirt everywhere. An arrow soared in from the Nord Guards, and one of the dunmer fell.

Sakov yelled loudly and smashed his sword flat against the spiked guard's head. His strength from fury was almost as much as the spiked guards, and the spiked guard fell unconscious.

Rotilan levitated into the air as a spiked guard swung at him. He shot down a spell that would blind at the Nord, and the Nord fell around, toppling against Nord and dunmer alike. An arrow soared at Rotilan, and he raised a hand to make a shield spell just in time. The powerful shield blocked the arrow, and Rotilan sent a weakening spell at the archer. The spell connected and the archer fell to the ground, not finding the strength to get up.

Sakov and another elf named Valrenth, who fought with two glass short swords, charged two guards near Rotilan.

Sakov leaped and kicked the Nord's face, but the Nord didn't react. Sakov just managed to land on his feet and duck as a heavy swing came at him. Sakov swung downwards, and the Nord turned its hammer to the side to block. Sakov spun as the weapons touched, slashing away in fast and deadly moves.

He and the Nord competed for a minute before Sakov finally slammed the pommel into the Nord's head.

Meanwhile, the dunmer had lost two more elves, and their defensive formation drew in tighter. Sakov turned and watched Valrenth for a second before turning back to the battle.

The Nord who dueled Valrenth had abandoned his hammer and drew the two razor sharp axes on his hip. Now evenly matched, Valrenth, who had almost made it into class red, spun his swords away, and the Nord spun the axes equally fast, keeping up with the attacks. Valrenth, who wasn't very good against heavily armed warriors, got clipped on the side by the axe. He returned with a blinding flurry of well-aimed attacks. The attacks left small dents, and the Nord backed away, but Valrenth jumped in, slicing the blades around. The Nord punched out a hand and it hit Valrenth's chest and he flew back, almost unconscious. The Nord raised his arm to throw an axe, and was hit by two arrows from Drizzon, which pierced the Nord's legs and a second later thrown back by a spell that knocked the Nord out from Rotilan.

Rotilan, who still had a lot of energy to use magic, sent a restoring spell down at the dazed Valrenth, and Valrenth came back into consciousness. Rotilan turned and sent a missile of smoke down at an area with archers, and the magical smoke, which still allowed one to breathe, exploded in their area, making them not able to get clear shots.

Drizzon sent another arrow from his unlimited quiver at a coming Nord and then flipped out his sword, charging the Nord. The Nord ducked the attack and swung the hammer around. The handle of the war hammer hit Drizzon in the head, and Drizzon slowly fell, crashing to the ground.

Rotilan roared and sent a strength-sapping spell down at the Nord. The spell hit, but the Nord stayed on his feet. Sakov sprinted towards the Nord and punched out his sword pommel, and finally the Nord crashed to the ground unconscious.

Rotilan jumped to the ground, and Sakov turned to keep off attacking Nords while Rotilan tried to heal Drizzon, for he was not dead yet. He worked furiously applying fortifying spells and healing spells, but Drizzon remained still.

By now, only four hammer guards remained, and six elves, counting Drizzon, remained. Eight Archers remained, but they were having trouble getting clear shots, especially since Rotilan had sent the smoke spell at a large group of them.

Now the elves teamed up and the hammer guards were outmatched. The elves had trained together, and their movements almost always complimented another's. A minute later, only one remained, quickly sent to the ground by a double slam of pommels from Valrenth's swords.

A hail of six arrows soared in, and another elf fell. Sakov, Rotilan, Valrenth, Drizzon, who was unconscious, and one other dunmer were the only ones left. Rotilan put a spell on them, temporarily making them blend in with the stadium. The spell required a fair amount of energy, and Rotilan almost staggered to the ground.

Together, with Drizzon levitating at Rotilan's side, they charged at the Archers. Rotilan sent a weakening spell at them and his last spell wore off, making the five elves visible. Valrenth, Sakov, and the other elf charged in, and within ten seconds, three archers had been knocked out. Only five remained. An arrow soared in and Rotilan saved Valrenth. His shield spell just knocked the arrow away, and now his energy was even lower. Sakov saw this and charged at the last group of archers, sheathing his long blade and spinning out his two short curved blades, knowing that they would deflect arrows better. As arrow soared in and his two blades snapped and spun, striking the arrow in half.

He leaped and slammed both blades inward, striking the archer, before the Nord could draw a blade, with the flat sides.

Valrenth took out the other, and Rotilan, with the last of his energy sent a spell flying at a third. The other dunmer warrior knocked out the third, getting injured by a dagger strike, and Sakov knocked out the last, jumping in and twisting, dodging a clumsy swing and snapping both of his blades.

Sakov, the weariness just starting to settle in, almost fell to his knees, but he would not.

He went to rejoin the other four who were standing, except for Drizzon, but they too looked as exhausted as Sakov. They all knew they wouldn't survive another attack.

Meanwhile, the crowd was sharing disbelieving looks. They had survived the match! Only once before in history had that happened.

The King Gargoth had stood, looking furious. They couldn't survive! He sent a signal to the captain of his guard, and the guard nodded, spreading the word. The guards spread out, drawing bows and positioning themselves at slits in the wall above the ground. Gargoth sat smugly, knowing that the elves' short victory would be over.

But the king had underestimated his enemies. Valrenth, who had very keen eyes, had picked out the signal the king had made, and caught the movement around the stadium.

"They're going to kill us." He said softly to Sakov, motioning to the guards taking up positions at the slits, drawing out bows.

Sakov's eyes narrowed, but he didn't know what to do.

"Then there's one thing we can do." Whispered Sakov to the group. "Block the arrows until they run out."

But Sakov knew his plan was not going to last long. Arrows were hard to block, and especially a few at a time. The King stood.

"Dunmer!" The King roared. "You have done well, but you cannot hope to compete against the power of Skyrim. You will die now, and none will regret your passing. NOW GUARDS!"

Thirty arrows came on, and Rotilan saved them, as he had done before. A blast exploded from him, but this was more powerful than the last. The arrows snapped like before, but this blast took out chunks from the wall, and a few unlucky archers fell into the arena. Rotilan collapsed, his final efforts taking the last of his waning energy. The archers drew back again, and Sakov knew it was the end. When he heard a grinding noise, he looked to the side and saw Rockfell and some of the other elves at the gate, now open, beckoning to the elves and then withdrawing. Sakov signaled to the door, and heaved up Rotilan, while Valrenth took Drizzon, and the last dunmer ran with them as the arrows released. The arrows came on, and struck Valrenth in the back, Sakov in the calf, and the other dunmer in the shoulder. Still they ran, and Sakov pretended to use a spell on the gate, trying to make it look like he had somehow opened it so the other dunmer and Rockfell wouldn't be blamed. A blinding flash of light momentarily lit the arena from his spell. The King roared, and Sakov and the others rolled into the darkness that swallowed them up, and Sakov fell into unconsciousness from the pain and fatigue at last.

Five hours later

Sakov awoke, bruised and in pain, his calf on fire. He was in a bed, and the arrow had been removed. He looked up. Three other beds lay next to him, containing Rotilan, Drizzon, and Valrenth. A bandage was wrapped tightly around his calf, and he stood, pain coursing through him. He limped from the room, down a stone passageway, and into the training room, where the dunmer and Nord once-prisoners trained, with Rockfell watching. When he saw Sakov he barked.

"Ye shouldn't be up!"

Sakov shrugged, and pain shot up his leg, and he grimaced. Rockfell hopped down from where he stood and went to Sakov.

"Ye almost died and yer up and walkin'." Stated Rockfell. Sakov shrugged again.

"If not for you and the dunmer who opened the gate, then all four of us would have died."

He said, gesturing in the direction of Rotilan, Drizzon, and Valrenth, and then nodding his head towards the dunmer warrior who was up and about.

"Eh, ye won the match. The King was gonna' execute ye." Then Rockfell smiled slightly. "But that was some good fightin' from all o' ye. And now the King is telling everyone that the execution was part of the test."

Rockfell rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, he said that ye all fought great." Rockfell continued, rolling his eyes again. "Probably just to cover up for his little outbreak of anger. And to add to that, the survivors of the match are gettin' a special gift."

Sakov raised his eyebrows, as Rotilan went on.

"One set o' weapons is gonna be enchanted by the best enchanters in Skyrim. Ye get to choose the effects. I must say, quite a gift."

Sakov knew the King was doing it only to convince Skyrim that he was not cruel, but still he was overwhelmed at the implications. A set of weapons to be enchanted!

"When?" Sakov said, shutting his eyes as the pain came up his leg.

"Today or tomorrow." Said Rockfell. "Anyway, ye should rest, cause ye got a fair amount o' wounds and that arrow pierced pretty deep."

Sakov, tired and in pain, walked back and lay down, putting his head on the pillow and drifting off.

A day later

7:00 AM

A light flared in front of him as someone lit a torch. The person shook Sakov slightly, who groaned and sat up, pleased to feel that his leg did not hurt as much. There stood Rotilan, looking weary, and next to him, Drizzon, sporting a large lump on his head.

"Time to go." Rotilan said annoyed. "It is time to fulfill the generous king's offer of kindness."

Sakov watched Rotilan roll his eyes and swing his sword out.

"But this sword certainly could use some enchanting." He said.

Sakov watched Drizzon.

"How do you feel?" asked Sakov. Drizzon shrugged.

"Okay, though this lump hurts." He said, grimacing as he brought a hand to his head. Sakov got to his feet, strapping on his weapons and slipping on his armor.

"Let's go." Rotilan mumbled, and they walked out. Valrenth stood with dunmer warrior outside, looking around at the ceiling. Valrenth, who was usually fairly reserved with people, greeted Sakov, and the five walked down the stone hall, until they reached Rockfell, who stood at the end, next to a door.

"Enchanters are inside." He grunted. He grabbed Rotilan by the shoulder and spun him around.

"Don't get sarcastic with em'." Rockfell growled threateningly. Rotilan raised his eyebrows.

"Sarcastic. Me? Never." Rotilan snorted and pushed past him. The room was stone and filled with torches. Five wizened looking Nords stood at a table each, with a variety of stones and scrolls next to them.

They were each brought to an enchanter, who began to inspect their weapons first.

Sakov's enchanter, a medium aged Nord, took Sakov's offered longsword, inspecting it with her long fingers.

She raised it high, inspecting the blackish blade and hilt.

"Well made." She muttered, and Sakov caught the comment. "Well, what sort of enchantment do you want? I suggest fire damage, perhaps shock."

Sakov thought for a second.

"My father's sword has the enchantment of a sharper edge that can shear through much more than a common sword." Sakov said. The enchanter looked up.

"And who is your father?" She asked.

"Savon." Said Sakov uncertainly, not sure whether she would know the name. But she did.

"Dal Kav!" She muttered, amazed. The sword was known to almost all enchanters.

"Perhaps," She muttered. "But it would not be as powerful of an enchantment. Do you want that?"

Sakov nodded his approval and she continued, holding the blade in one hand, while in the other she held a glowing stone. She muttered some magical words, and pressed the stone against the blade, and the blade glowed and shimmered before growing dark. She handed it to Sakov, and with her other arm she passed him a steel baton. Sakov held out the baton and swung the sword down. The blade made a large slit in the middle, where most blades would have bounced off. The enchanter nodded, pleased.

"Thank you." Said Sakov. She nodded and he walked off to inspect the others' choices. Rotilan, as was expected, was giving his enchanter some considerable trouble, insisting that he should enchant the sword. Sakov caught a few words as he and the enchanter tugged on a glowing stone, each trying to get it for themself.

"Trained in enchanting-do it by myself!" Sakov heard Rotilan growl before tugging the stone away, when Rotilan relaxed his grip, the enchanter snatched it back, grinning triumphantly as he pressed the sword into the stone. It glowed red, before he handed it back to an annoyed Rotilan. Rotilan sheathed it and went to join Sakov.

"Fire damage." He said, inspecting his blade. "Ah, cutting enchantment, good choice."

Rotilan looked at the sword in Sakov's sheath. Sakov watched Drizzon get his bow get enchanted with an impact enchantment, making it so when the arrow connected, it would create a wave of force, pushing nearby people back, sometimes knocking them out.

"Reversible." Said Drizzon simply. "If I don't want the bow to use the enchantment, it won't."

Sakov raised his eyebrows, impressed. Together the three watched Valrenth get his two swords enchanted with a speeding enchantment, making them able to attack faster. He joined them as the last dunmer got an ebony spear enchanted with an impact enchantment like Drizzzon's.

"Pretty good." The dunmer named Rof said, inspecting the weapon. "Reversible. Like yours Drizzon."

Together, with the enchanters bowing half-heartedly, they left, meeting Rockfell.

"Ready? Right, back to training we go." He grunted. "Ye'll probably want to use other practice weapons, since ye don't want to use the enchantment one yer training opponent."

Sakov and the others went back to their rooms, dropping their enchanted weapons.

The day wore on as it usually had, full of training. The end of the day was appreciated, and when Rockfell stopped Sakov from leaving, Sakov was fairly curious. He followed Rockfell to the other side of the room.

"Ye're gonna try to escape." He stated bluntly. Sakov started to say no, but Rockfell stopped him.

"I know ye are, and I don't want to stop ye." He continued. Sakov narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Listen! I don't like the King!" Rockfell yelled. "I want to help ye get out."

"Why-?" Sakov started but Rockfell cut in.

"Because ye're gonna die! The King is gonna kill ye next match! It's just gonna be the survivors of the last match, and he's gonna give ye a challenge that would be tough with fifty men!"

Sakov drew in a sharp breath.

"Well you know we want to go, so… why are you telling me?" Sakov asked. Rockfell lowered his voice.

"Because I can help ye escape. Tomorrow night, the guard is gonna be decreased by half, due to a meetin'. I know a tunnel that'll get ye out without no guards." Rockfell said softly. "You and all yer companions. At least out o' the ice tower."

Looking intrigued Sakov, listened, for the next half an hour, before going to bed. They would try to escape tomorrow.

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