Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I am glad that you liked the last chapter I hope you liked this one as well, as always I own nothing.

For a moment Karl stared at Wilfred for a moment, his mind racing, what was he going to do? To give himself time to think he tried to distract Wilfred through redirection. He tried to put on a confused face but he was not sure that it was very good.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to sound innocent but it rang false even to his own ears.

"Don't take me for a fool!" Wilfred hissed at him; "I saw you in the area! I felt it in you! You are a Child of Ulric! I felt his touch on you! Who are you?"

Seeing that he could not get out of it and finding he wanted to tell someone he found himself telling Wilfred the whole story. About how he was bitten, the destruction of his village by the Orcs, his meeting with Marx. The missions he had been sent on, the battle at the village and his being captured by the Dark Elves.

"Well," Wilfred said when Karl finished speaking; "I must say you have had an adventurous life. I cannot say why but Ulric has chosen you and placed his mark on you. You should consider yourself blessed." Karl was not sure he agreed but he had a feeling that disagreeing with the priest would not accomplish anything and he had to admit that it was nice to have someone who did not look at him as if he were either a monster or a resource to be exploited.

Eventually they were brought food after eating and having nothing else to do, they all made themselves comfortable and went to sleep. Karl was not sure what woke him up but some sense made him open his eyes. Standing over him was Yuviel, the sight of her instantly banished all sleep from Karl and bringing him to full wakefulness. He stared at her, his eyes narrow with suspicion.

"What do you want?" He asked her. If she was bothered by his tone she gave no sigh of it. Indeed she seemed, as always, to be amused by the hostility of those around her.

"You are god-touched, I saw it in the arena and I heard the gray-beard say so."

"So he says, what of it?"

"Who would have thought that the gods would bestow their blessing on a soft southerner?"

"It has nothing to do with those things you worship!" Karl spat, disgusted and made uneasy by the mere thought of it. She responded to this by chuckling and shaking her head.

"I will never understand your kind. The Four are more powerful in the north so of course we honor them, it is only sensible and they are strong, why shouldn't we honor those who are strong? Look at you; you have been touched and does it really matter if it is Olric or the Changer? In your Empire you have to hide what you are from fools who should honor you for the clear favor the gods have shown you.

"In Norsca it would be different. You would be accepted. Chieftains would eagerly accept you into their tribes and war bands. Men would honor you and women," here she paused and her face broke into a smile that made her look like a feral animal but in a different way than in the arena. It both aroused and repelled him. "Women would beg to bear your children." Here she leaned in close so their faces were almost touching, so close he swore he could see bits of Orc flesh caught in her teeth. Karl felt his stomach heave at that. She saw this and laughed.

"Well, I am not going anywhere if you decide you want something besides old men." So saying she left. And Karl eventually returned to seep.

It was some time till they were taken to the arena again, Karl had learned from Wilfred that, as top gladiators, they were only used for large events. This time though only he and Yuviel were loaded onto the cart and taken to the arena. In truth Karl was almost relieved, ever since his secret being discovered Wilfred had treated him like he was almost a religious token and Yuviel was looking at him in a way he wished she wouldn't.

When they arrived at the arena they were taken to the room that they had been in before. Karl and Yuviel were signaled forward and shoved toward the door. Once in the arena two slaves handed them weapons, Karl was given a woodsman's axe and Yuviel was given the same spear that she had had before. Not having any dead bodies to take blood from she used her spear's head to cut her palms and smeared herself her own blood.

"Must you do that?" Karl asked her out of the corner of his mouth.

"It is pleasing to the Blood Wolf and it is only good policy to honor him before battle." She looked at him and quirked her eyebrow. "What? Have you never seen a woman's body before?" She laughed and shook her head. "Southerners."

They were interrupted when they heard the sound of a gate opening. It was the large one, through which the monsters that they had fought before had entered. This time though it was not a monster that entered. Or rather, in Karl's opinion, monsters of another kind did. There were four of them; they were men or at least they may have once been so. They all stood at least seven feet tall and were clad from head to toe in black steel and face covering helmets. Though he had never seen them in person he had heard of them; the terror of the Empire, Chaos Warriors!

"The Blessed!" He heard Yuviel say.

"Friends of yours?" Karl asked her.

"Never seen them before." She replied; "But I know what they are. Warriors chosen by the gods and blessed by their touch."

"You going to have a problem fighting them?" Karl asked. If she refused to fight he was in even bigger trouble than he was already. What went unsaid was his fear that she might actually join them, they were her countrymen, of a sort, after all. To his surprise she actually laughed at him.

"You southerners really are ignorant aren't you? They are not my friends. The gods demand we fight one another to prove our strength. Killing them will earn me favor in the eyes of the gods. Let's go god-touched!" With that they two sides rushed at each other.

In addition to their armor their attackers were all armed. One carried a broadsword that looked to be as large as a man. Another carried a halberd with a serrated blade. The third had a spiked flail in each had and the forth had a huge axe. At an unspoken signal Karl and Yuviel split up, each going to opposite sides of the four warriors in an effort to make them split up. It worked, whatever else they were they were clearly not team players each of them fighting for themselves and not supporting one another.

Karl found himself facing off against Sword and Halberd; bellowing in a language that Karl did not recognize Sword threw himself at Karl, his swings lacked the grace of the Imperial Knights but looked like they might cut Karl in half if any of them made contact with him. Halberd was trying to get at him as well but Sword kept getting in his way. Regardless, Karl was forced to give ground. Sword was fast and Karl was too busy dodging his blows to get in many of his own and all of them bounced harmlessly off armor.

Seeing that he would not be able to cut through the armor Karl threw himself into a roll, making sure he kept Sword between himself and Halberd. Releasing the wolf into his arms till they swelled to almost double their normal sized he swung the axe at the back of Sword's left knee. Sword bellowed and stumbled but did not fall. Halberd took advantage of the situation to get around Sword and thrust at Karl with his weapon. Karl jumped to the side and the blade missed; this aggravated Halberd and he thrust again. In his anger Halberd over reached his thrust and that gave Karl an opening.

Karl lashed out with his axe he sheared off the head and about a foot of the haft of the halberd. Without thinking Karl followed this up with a second strike. Pouring the wolf into his legs he lashed out with a kick to Halberd's stomach. Shock ran through his leg and Karl could swear that he felt something in his foot break but the blow knocked Halberd off of his feet his and he fell forward, his neck right below Karl, which was what Karl had been hoping for. He swung the axe down with all his might. The axe head cracked and splinters flew from it; it failed to penetrate the armor but Karl heard a resounding crack and Halberd fell to the ground and did not get up.

Before he could react something struck him in the side of the head. White light flared before his eyes and his head was filled with ringing then everything went strangely quiet. He felt nauseous and strangely weightless, the world spun and, in an almost dreamlike state he dropped the axe and fell to the ground, though it seemed more like he was floating. He struck the ground and for a moment the world went black. Light and sound came back almost at once and he became aware of a shadow over him. It was Sword and he had one foot up prepared to bring it down on Karl's head.

Not having time to roll out of the way Karl Reached out and grabbed the descending foot with both of his hands. The force slammed his arms onto the ground and Karl felt both of his arms break from the impact but the blow was halted. Yelling at the top of his lungs with pain and furry he pushed up and twisted with all his might. As Sword was standing on his injured leg having all the weight put on it caused it to collapse spilling him to the ground.

Karl scrambled to his feet, hampered by his still regenerating arms. Turning to look at Sword Karl saw that he was also struggling to get up. While the injured leg did not seem bother him much it was still slowing him down somewhat, especially with his heavy armor. Karl got to his feet faster; looking around for a weapon he saw the head of the halberd lying nearby. He rushed towards it; grabbing it he rushed back towards Sword who had just gotten to his knees. Running up Karl kicked him as hard as he could right in the face. Again something in him broke but Sword was thrown onto his back. Karl straddled Sword's chest. Taking the improvised weapon in both of his hands he thrust downward with all his might into the space between the helmet and the breastplate. Blood shot up to cover Karl; Sword gave one gurgling cry then he went still.

Karl let go and leaned back; his body was healing but his head ached abominably and blood was seeping from his lacerated scalp. All he wanted to do was lay down and shut out all light and sound till he felt better. A cry caught his attention and he reluctantly turned toward the sound. Flails, Axe and Yuviel were still fighting one another. Blood seeped from several wounds on her legs and torso but black blood was also on her spear and staining both of her opponents' armor.

Even as Karl watched Flails swung at her. She jumped up and rolled across his back and landed on her feet. She immediately lashed out with her spear, slicing it across Axe's throat, he dropped his weapon and grabbed at his throat as his blood sprayed out onto the sand. Flails had turned and lashed out with his elbow, aiming at the side of her head. She saw it coming and jumped back just in time and he followed up with a swipe with his left flail. She brought her spear up to block and the chain wrapped around it and he jerked on it. She tried to hold on to it but was no matched for his strength and it was ripped from her hands and she was pulled forward. He struck at her with his other flail she jumped back but lashed out with a kick that took her while both of her feet were off the ground and she was thrown back several feet. She landed hard and when she tried to stand it was clear that bones were broken but the look of defiance and wild joy never left her face.

Without at first realizing it Karl found himself running towards them. Flails was focused on Yuviel and did not see Karl coming. He could not take on his wolven form with the collar still in place and he was not sure if the claws he had could penetrate the armor so he took a different approach he ran as fast as he could and jumped at Flails. As he impacted with him he wrapped his legs around the warrior's waist and grabbed both sides of Flails helmet. Flails dropped his weapons and grabbed hold of Karl's arms and tried to dislodge him. Karl poured all the wolf he could till he felt his neck muscles being forced into the spikes on the collar. He howled a howl that had very little human in it and with a final jerk Flails head tore off.

Disentangling himself from the body Karl climbed to his feet just as Yuviel came up to him. She was holding her side but still had a look of savage joy on her face. As she came up to him she gave a savage whoop and jumped at him. As he had done she wrapped her legs around his waist. To his shock and revision she began rubbing her face in the blood from his torn scalp and even licking at it.

"Well done god-touched!" She cried in a voice of wild ecstasy. "The gods are pleased with you!"

Author's Notes: Hey everyone I hope you liked it. Did I make it too easy for him? Let me know and I will try harder next time. Anymore ideas for matches if so let me know. The Norcans also worship Ulric though they say his name differently and the other names are the ones they use for the Dark Gods. Till next time please pray for the Americans held abroad and those people and the missing flight and their families and all who need prayer. Bye and may Jesus bless you.