Chapter 24 At the Edge of a Blade

"This is a risky and bold move, my Queen." stated Varys as Queen Deanery's council gathered in her private tent. The tent was rather large with multiple rooms and included a massive table for dinning/planning, a private bedroom for her and Jon and a sitting area. That is where she gathered with her council now, in a less formal situation so that all could speak more freely. The sun was already beginning to go down behind the western hills and when it rose again a trail of seven would happen to decide the fate of her kingdom possibly the world. Still for some reason Daenerys wasn't concern and Tyrion put her thoughts into words.

"It is a very bold move but right now King Robb is rushing to decide whom he will pick as his champions." stated Tyrion as he sat in a modified chair his finger circling his goblet of wine. "He is bound to make mistakes and we know all his best choices and have prepared for them. While we have selected our champions already, they are prepared."

"Who are your champions?" inquired Arya as she sat there, finally back among people she felt more comfortable around, she shipped on her small glass of Bravosy Ice Wine. Gendry who sat beside her seamed a little more on edge considering from the outside he was the lowest born person here.

"Well…we haven't told one of them." stated Jon, his simple wooden goblet filled with a thick northern ale, that was what he preferred to southern wine. "If you are up to it, you will be one of our champions. We stressed that this is open to women as well."

Arya grinned, a grin that would make one of the Shadowcat stalking in the mountains of the moon or the deep woods of the north scared for its life. She eyed Brienne who was standing nearby nodding her head, a sign that she was among those selected to fight tomorrow.

"I took down more than seven knights when I was training, this should be easy." stated Arya

"Was the Blackfish among them?" inquired Ser Mormont as he stood in full armor waiting for any threat to his Queen, as Arya shook her head. "He will be among those tomorrow and he is by far the best knight in the Riverlands. He beat most of the vale knights when he was gate keeper of the Bloody pass and he is a seasoned warrior. I fought with him during the 1st Greyjoy uprising."

"Agreed." confirmed Jon, he had never meet the Blackfish but he knew the stories. "Outside of him, Robb will be one for sure, the Great Jon Umber as well, possibly one of the Mormont daughters. That would be three from the North and one from the Riverlands The others are less certain but we have a good idea."

"The rest will be from the Riverlands, he will be forced to put them in to make them happy." Stated Jaime

"Who do you think he will pick?" inquired Tyrion, that was a point of debate.

"If he is wise, he will pick a mixture of seasoned fighters and some young knights who want to prove themselves. The young ones always fight the hardest because they have something to prove, and he if he is wise he will look past just the lords and heirs of great houses. Some of the best fighters in Westeros history have been common men-at-arms or hedge knights." explained Jaime as he remembered stories of Ser Duncan the Tall who had been a hedge knight who rose to become among the greatest to wear the White Cloak or Ser William the Wasp who was likely not even a knight when he won a tournament for the white cloak because of his skill with a spear. "If he is foolish, he will pick the new Lord Tully and his friends among the great lords, the heir to House Mallister and his lot. One of his best pick would be Brynden Blackwood, eldest son of Lord Blackwood. I saw him at tourney and during the battle of the Whispering Woods, he is very skilled with his Mace."

"So count on him among Robb's Champions?" inquired Arya who hadn't been around for the earlier talks.

"But if he does that, he will offend Lord Jonas Bracken, those two houses have fought each other for centuries and to pick a Blackwood without a Bracken would cause nothing but trouble and Jonas has no sons and his skills with a sword is lackluster at best." added Jaime before he looked at his lost hand. "I think I could beat him and that is saying something since I lost my sword hand."

"This is what we mean by forcing Robb's hand, he will be up half the night dealing with this while we have already prepared the ground." stated Tyrion

"Either way, we need to be prepared for what is going to happen tomorrow, everyone should get as much rest as they can." ordered Daenerys as everyone finished their drinks and left aside from Jon and Ghost whom was sleeping by the entrees. Changing into their small cloths and slipping under the covers of a rather conformable tent bed which was covered with pillows and blanks. Jon wrapped his arms around Daenerys pulling her close. Kissing her gently on the back of the neck before whispering into her ear.

"You're worried about tomorrow." said Jon

"Yes." confirmed Daenerys rolling over to face him showing weakness she would only show with him.

"So am I." confirmed Jon as he kissed her forehead as she snuggled into his chest. "Get some rest, we will both need it tomorrow."

In the second highest tower in Riverrun, the highest tower being reserved for the Lord of Riverrun which happened to be the uncle of the King who was leaning over a table surrounded by some of his closest advisors.

"Tomorrow, you win yourself a kingdom." Stated his uncle Lord Edmure Tully of Riverrun, full of confidence.

"And correct the mistake when King Torrhen Stark knelt." Added the Great Jon Umber as Robb took those words to heart. Torrhen Stark, the last King in the North before him had marched an army south against Aegon the Conquer, when he meets him seeing all three dragons and knowing what happened at the field of fire he knelt before Aegon Targaryen surrendering his crown. He was known across the North and Westeros as the King who knelt, but no Northsmen died and none of their swords ever went into the Iron Throne. He had the chance to have a different Targaryen accept the North and Riverland's right to rule themselves.

"Or he losses it." countered his great Uncle Bryden "Blackfish" Tully interrupting his thoughts. "We don't know how skilled the fighters they have."

"And Queen Daenerys had time to prepare and consider whom she would pick, you don't." stated his mother Catelyn Stark as Robb looked at a long list of names which had been put before him. The lords or heirs of great houses in the North and Riverlands, knights who had proven themselves in battle and those who thought they had but actually hadn't. He had to pick six of them.

"I myself will be among those, I will not send someone else to go into battle where I wouldn't go myself." Stated Robb, getting that out of the way first is needed.

"Agreed." Said Lord Mallister "That is a true sign of a King."

"I don't see Queen Daenerys doing that." Laughed Edmure "She will not put herself at risk or fight for her kingdom."

"She has Jon to do that." countered Catelyn correcting her little brother.

"A bastard, I don't care what they say, he is a bastard this whole thing has to be a lie." stated Edmure to his older sister.

"A bastard or not, he is skilled with a sword, he would beat me in the yard at Winterfell when we were training but that was before I went to war and saw real battle." Stated Robb before adding with a grin as he remembered all the fun times they had in the yard. "And I was always the better horse, I can use that."

"But my King, the fight you agreed to will be afoot not ahorse." countered the Great Jon as Robb blinked for a moment before remembering he had agreed to a fight a foot not on horseback. That one little word would have changed everything and would have gone unnoticed by him until it was too late.

"Thanks for reminding me, so skilled with a lance is out." Stated Robb as he crossed a few names off the list.

Some picks where easy, the Great Jon had already accepted one of the spots and so had the Blackfish. That left him with four spots to fill but a long list of names to consider and whomever he picked would be honoring their house and given the political nature of the Riverlords and a lot of the Northern Lords insults to others for not being chosen.

"I wish we knew who they would pick." admitted Edmure "I would say the King Slayer but with that missing hand? That would be foolish."

"I agree." stated his much more experience Uncle before looking at his niece and mother to the King. "We just don't know much about them, Cat what can you tell us?"

"While I haven't seen him, I have heard some call Jon the best sword in the North." explained Catelyn as the Great Jon chuckled.

"Let's see him deal with my axe." countered the Great Jon as he brought his hand down on his Axe "I will show him how much of a pup he really is."

"The Hound is in their group as well, so is a sell sword Bronn Reyne Lord of Castamere by the Lannister Brothers. He is a sell sword who had served the Lannisters well." stated Catelyn "He beat a vale knight to win Tyrion his freedom when I took him, he fights dirty and underhandly, but he is a skilled fighter."

"The hound may be an issue and killing one knight, he is still a common sells word." stated Edmure

"There is Ser Mormont, he is a member of Daenerys Queen Guard I would expect him." Added Catelyn

"I can handle him." stated the Blackfish with confidence in his voice. "He will be hard, but I can do it. He is a skilled knight, and I would say worthy of wearing a white cloak."

"Also, Ser Brienne of Tarth." Added Catelyn

"A women Knight?" inquired Edmure ageist at the idea.

"She was knighted before the battle at Winterfell, and she did win the grand tournament to become one of Renly's Rainbow guard before he died." explained Catelyn "She isn't to be under estimated."

"My King, if they are to have a women fight we must pick at least one women ourselves, if we don't they could call it unfair." stated Lord Mallister, he was too elderly to put his name forward as a champion but he was a welcomed voice at here.

"Pick one of the Mormont Girls." stated the Great Jon as he took a drink of his ale. "Seeing her kick her Uncle's slaving ass will be fun."

Robb nodded, that made sense. That left him with three spots to fill and he honestly didn't know who else to pick.

"We should also expect your sister Arya to be among those chosen." added the Black Fish as Catelyn's eyes widened.

"Arya? By the Seven why?" inquired Catelyn confused as why her little girl would be chosen to take part in this fight.

"Mother…Arya has revealed that she has trained with the Faceless men in Bravos, she is skilled with that short sword of her." stated Robb as Catelyn's eyes widened at the news her daughter was a trained killer. "She took down seven or eight knights in a sparring session."

"More than that, she got into position for killing blows multiple times before they overwhelmed her." added the Blackfish. "What doesn't help is that she doesn't fight like a normal knight. That will make her hard to counter and she has that Valyrian steel dagger. Which raises another issue, will you be using Ice?"

"No." answered Robb as he looked at the massive Valerian steel sword.

"If you don't use it my King some of your lords may see it as you are throwing the battle to Queen Daenerys for your cousin and your family whom has sided with her." stated Edmure "The Riverlords may not accept the results if you refuse to use the sword."

"I never used a great sword in battle or even that much in the yard, to use it now." explained Robb as he picked up the sword, yes it was lighter, but he couldn't use the sword and a shield. He never fought without a shield and the sword still required two hands to use properly. "To carry this into battle? Even my father only did that on occasions, and he had years of training with it, I don't."

"True, my King but your lords will be expecting you to use it." confirmed Lord Mallister

"A great trap." Said Catelyn as all eyes looked at her. "This has all the hallmarks of Tyrion Lannister, whatever you want to call him he is no fool. He is trying to force your hand to make you pick a weapon you are not skilled with."

"And it is working." Stated Robb "Lets focus on whom will be fighting with me, not my weapons."

"Agreed." stated Lord Mallister, the talk went late into the night but in the end, Robb has his seven and he went to bed, wrapping his arms around his pregnant wife as he tried to get some sleep.

"For the Night is Dark and full of Terrors." stated the Red Priestess Melisandre as she stood before a burning fire located on a special brazier on the bow of the ship. The ship had left Dragonstone on what was supposed to be a rather long journey across the narrow sea, passing through the broken arm of Dorne near Tyrosh before entering the Summer Sea near the Disputed Lands where free companies of sell swords did battle for centuries for one free City or another. The ship would then follow the southern shoreline of Essos, past Lys and the Orange Shore before reaching the oldest of the free cities and eldest daughter of Valeria herself, Volantis.

The sun was just rising in the East lighting the massive city and bathing it in golden light as the ship headed toward the busy harbor.

The whole journey should have taken at least a month but with her standing by the holy fire which she kept going night and day they had done it in less than half the time. The wind had never left them, they had breezed past every obstacle and no parties had come across their path.

"Well…that had to be the fastest run to Volantis I have ever done." Stated the Captain, he like the rest of the crew where from White Harbor and the Merman of House Manderley was emblazoned on the sails.

"It is because the Lord of light, his divine wind is…" started Melisandre as the Captain raised his hand interrupting her.

"Lady Melisandre, your Lord of Light may have done this, but it is not the equal of what the old gods did when they sent everyone who was at Winterfell back in time." stated the Captain as Melisandre gave him a slight glare but not as harsh, she would have done in the past. "But the way I see it, if the old gods and the Seven and rule together in Westeros, why can't your Lord of Light rule with them. If the real enemy is dealt with in the end."

"The real enemy." stated Melisandre as she looked out over the massive harbor full of ships. That boy Bran, he severed an evil god, a servant of the Great Other who was the enemy of her Lord of Light, the Old Gods was just a big of an enemy as the Seven or the White Walkers. The White Walkers where possibly the greatest threat and possibly a threat to those evil gods as the Old Gods and the Seven. "Maybe you are right about the faiths, either way the White Walkers need to be dealt with. Make your way toward the inner harbor."

"The Inner Harbor is only for…" started the Captain only for him to be interrupted just like he had done to her.

"For the noble families of Volantis and those who serve the Temple of the Lord of Light, like I do." countered Melisandre "Go."

"Alright." said the Captain, clearly unsure as the ship passed under the Long Bridge a marvel of construction which was named one of the 8 wonders of the world by a Westerosly explorer. The Inner harbor quickly came into view, full of ships which were much grander then this simple cog. A few dock workers looked at the ship with distain and annoyance as she moved toward an empty peer.

"Where do you think you are going you damn stupid Westerosly?" yelled a dock slave as he came forward as the ship prepared to pull into the dock. "This isn't where you belong, get to the outer harbor that is where your kind belongs."

"No…it is where I belong, and they brought me." answered Melisandre as she looked over the rail at the dock slave. The Slave gulped as he saw the pure red silk, the large red throat necklace which marked Melisandre not only as a Red Priestess but a very, very highly ranked red priestess. He wasn't sure what rank she was, but from what he saw she was high enough to use the inner harbor.

Seeing a red Priestess, a couple of guards with massive flames tattooed on their hands and faces came forward. They were the guards of the High Temple of R'hllor and where down here watching over the ships owned by the temple. Seeing a clearly high-ranking Priestess they moved to welcome her.

"I know you." Said one of the guards bowing his head a bit.

"I am Melisandre, servant of R'hllor and YOU will provide these men whatever they need." Stated Melisandre as she descended down the gangway which the dock workers where hurrying to attached to the Cog. "Is that understood, I come bring both wonderful and horrifying news which require High Priest Benerro and the rest of the holy council attention at once."

"Understood." stated the guard as Melisandre started her journey up toward the High Temple which was located near the heart of the city. She journeys toward a busy dock side street; she didn't have to wait long to get a ride. A red priestess with her markings stood out even among multitude of priests/priestess of the Lord of Light. An elephant cart came to a stop right in front of her.

Having seen dragons, one of the multitudes of miniature elephants which moved up and down the streets was not impressive to her. The elephants had once been the size of their wild cousins or the mammoths of Westeros but now they stood only slightly taller a man, they had lost their tusks and while they still could pull a massive amount of weight, they were not impressive to her in the slightest. She got into the cart and began her journey through the city toward the temple.

The slave who sat on top of the elephant guiding it through the streets yelled at the top of his lungs to tell people to get out of his way and that he was in a rush to get his important customer, her to her destination. That was common among those who drove the elephants, it helped them get tips from men and women whose ego was inflated by having someone call out how important they were. Those tips the slaves kept which could be use for either their own enjoyment or to buy their freedom which made it important to the slave.

None of that mattered the Melisandre as she sat in the back lost in thought as she prepared herself for what was about to come. She had closed her eyes in thought and prayer, only to open her eyes when she heard a load man call out how much for a young girl. She turned her eyes to the largest slave market in a city which had a much larger slave population then a free one. A girl who had to be maybe 6 or 7 was standing on a stage while a woman, likely her mother was screaming as she was being pulled away by chains.

She didn't hear the women's call for her daughter about to be sold instead her mind turned inward.

"Melony!" came a women's voice in Melisandre's head along with the voice of a man.

"Lot Seven!" came the man's voice as Melisandre recalled only a bit of that day so long ago.

She could have been sold as a pleasure slave, a household slave or any other slave but the Lord of Light had smiled on her that day. A priest had been traveling through the market and spotted her, her red hair making her stand out.

"A crown of fire, prefect for a priestess to serve the Lord of Light." stated the priest's voice as she was taken, she never knew what happened to her mother she had been lot 6 but she couldn't be happier. She was a slave still, a slave to the Lord of Light and she had done much in his service. She had studied hard in the temple, memorized all the prayers, all the tricks which pasted for spells and once she had grown in faith and power required for the real spells as well. She had taken the pilgrim to Ashi by the Shadow and learned the secrets hidden in that dark city where the truth faith was born. Her high skills, her position and the fact that she was a Westerosly by birth was why she had been chosen to go there to spread the faith.

She had found Stannis among the salt and smoke of Dragonstone and believed him to be Azor Ahai reborn. That was clearly a mistake, while it was said that Azor Ahai would be born among salt and smoke but Stannis was the Lord of that salty and smoky island he hadn't been born there. No, there where only two chooses which could possibly be Azor Ahai reborn. Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the women who had walked through the fire and smoke, coming out untouched with three baby dragons. Jon Stark, the man who had been risen from the dead in the smoke-filled chamber while the snow was falling outside. She now understood that the Salt part of the prophecy was a misinterpretation, Ashi by the Shadow never got rain yet alone snow so to someone who had been given a gift vision of Jon's rebirth would see the mounds of white snow as salt.

"My Lady Priestess we are here." Said the Slave as Melisandre stepped out of the cart and tossed up a golden dragon coin to the driver who caught it with a smile on his face. Maybe he would use the gold to help buy his freedom, something which would make Queen Daenerys happy or maybe he will buy some wine and a whore. She didn't care, she had much more important things to do as she headed through the massive gates, passed by two large cauldrons which burned night and day toward the main temple with its massive flame on top. She moved up to the top of the temple passing through a series of multiple columns.

"Lady Melisandre." said a Priestess who was coming out.

"Lady Kinvara." greeted Melisandre with a slight bow, the two of them were about even in rank however Kinvara had the slightly higher station, hance Melisandre bowing to her. They where however near enough in rank for Melisandre only to have to bow her head and she could speak freely with her as basically equals. "I bring important news and need to speak at once with High Priest Benerro and the rest of the holy council."

"Sadly, I am the only member of the council in the temple today." stated Kinvara "High Priest Benerro is inside the Black Walls with the leaders of the city talking about the slave uprisings in Slaver's bay caused by Daenerys Targaryen. The others are trying to confirm the news that Daenerys Targaryen has disappeared from Meereen and news of a massive fleet of transports heading toward Meereen…"

"She has." confirmed Melisandre as Kinvara looked at her, there was no reason why Melisandre who was in Westeros would know what happened in Slaver's Bay.

"How do you know…" started Kinvara

"The Lord of Light, has blessed me with knowledge and for all of us a second chance." explained Melisandre as she held her hand which began to give off a small amount of Flame. It was a spell that both Kinvara and herself knew well, but one that required both giver and receiver to know.

"Show me." confirmed Kinvara as she placed her hand into the fire burning in Melisandre's palm, her hand began to burn as well as her fire joined with Melisandre's. Both women's eyes flashed.

For Kinvara, she saw things that hadn't happened yet, learning of Thoros of Mir ability to bring the dead back, Stannis going to the wall, the defeat of the king Stannis by the forces of Ramsay Bolton, then Jon Snow rising from the dead by her own power. The battle of the Bastards, then the dragons coming to Westeros. Then she saw the army of the dead and the white walkers, the forces of light and fire losing even with a flaming charge of horsemen. Then when all hope was lost a flash and they were in the past. The words of Bran an how the old gods and magic where used, how Jon was a Targaryen and how he bent the knee to Daenerys.

Their hands parted as Kinvara held her head for a moment, the flashes of what she had seen filling her mind.

"I need to speak with High Priest Benerro and the rest of the holy council at once." restated Melisandre

"Yes, but we do not have access within the black walls." announced Kinvara as she looked toward the back of the temple. The Black Walls where the original walls of Volantis raised thousands of years ago and within them where the estates of the richest of the rich and where the city government meant. Only those who had estates within those walls or where in the government could enter. "We will have to wait on Benerro and he may be in there until sundown, but I will summon the rest of the council to hear your words once he returns."

"Good." Said Melisandre as she bowed a bit in respect to the higher-ranking priestess.

"Prepare yourself for many questions, I could tell you were hiding some things in the flames but we will see if the others see what I see." stated Kinvara as she spun around, her red skirts brushing Melisandre as Kinvara headed deeper into the temple. For Melisandre part, she headed toward one of the many fire alters and began to pray and think about the task before her.

While the sun had already risen in Volantis, the sun was still a few hours away from rising over Riverrun as King Robb awoke with a slight smile. He ran his fingers through his wife's hair enjoying her scent and knowing that within her was their child. While he wished it to be a boy he would be happy with a girl as long as mother and child were health, they could always try for a boy later. Today would decide if the child within his wife would be a King or Queen or a Lord or Lady. Slowly he pulled himself away from his wife and dressed before walking out the door. Grey Wind steering and following him like a deadly force of nature.

He knew where he was going and so did the guards who were following him. He walked through the sleeping castle, the only sound coming from the kitchen where servants where already hard at work preparing for a feast which would happen after the battle, but would it be a victory feast for Robb or for Daenerys that was yet to be determined.

He walked through a large door and stepped onto soft earth; the Godswood in Riverrun wasn't like Winterfell. It was full of manicured flowered and trimmed trees, it was a place of light and warmth, it wasn't the harsh somewhat forbidden natural woods that Winterfell held. Here where soft maples and willows, not thick oaks, and tall pine trees. It even lacked a true white weer woood heart tree one carved by the children themselves, but it did have a central tree and that is where he was going.

He was about halfway down the path toward the tree it when he stopped in his tracks, as if he had appeared out of smoke a giant white Direwolf blocked his path.

"Ghost." whispered Robb his breath smoky in the cool morning area as he looked up, kneeling before the tree, his head bowed and his blade in the earth was Jon. He was too far away to see much but if Ghost was here, it had to be Jon. The children of the forest who had come with Queen Daenerys where there and they were watching Jon pray but made no move to talk to him, letting him be alone. His dead but still somehow alive Uncle was standing between the Children and Jon, protecting them but clearly not thinking Jon was a threat in any real way.

"Move aside beast, make way for the King." Threatened a guard as he lowered a spear, but Ghost looked at the spear with what seemed to be a mixture of amusement and contempt at the threat. Then from behind him came a whistle as Ghost turned and headed back toward Jon who had put away his sword and was moving back toward Robb.

Ghost came to his side and began to loop alongside as Jon reached down and starched his ear before he came face to face with Robb.

"Sorry about taking up your time, that is why I came early." apologized Jon as the two came face to face again.

"That is alright." reassured Robb "Today we settle it and we decide the fate of the North and Riverlands."

"More than that." Countered Jon "We help decide the fate of all living things. I wish it didn't have to come down to battle, even if it is only seven on seven but Joffrey will be upon us soon and the Lords of the Riverlands will take more than just our words and evidence to bend the knee."

"It worked well in the North and Vale." countered Robb

"There we also had kin as proof. That helped us in the North, Vale and even Stannis, seeing someone you know, a loved one helps convince the person." added Jon, as he said something that Robb hadn't even considered. "No River lords came up to fight with us and the river lords will not believe us if it is just Arya, Sansa or people they don't know, so here we are. With Joffrey on the way and the real threat of the Night King possibly arriving at the Wall at any moment. We don't have time for words so it comes to blades."

"I would wish you luck but I will not hold back against you today." stated Robb with conviction in his voice.

"Whenever did you hold back when in the yard?" countered Jon with a laugh which Robb joined in with. "I still have a few scars from our times in the yard."

"As do I." admitted Robb with his own laugh after a moment Jon turned serous again.

"But we aren't in the yard this time, neither of us are." Stated Jon, his hand resting on the wolf head pummel of his longsword. It was the first time, Robb had ever gotten a good look at the sword, it was slightly too long for a one-handed sword, the handle looked more like for a two-handed sword, so a hand and a half which meant Jon likely wouldn't use a shield. That meant Jon's blows would be more powerful, but he wouldn't have as strong of a defense. In that moment Robb decided which sword he would use today.

"No, we aren't." said Robb "I will try to avoid killing anyone."

"So will I." confirmed Jon placing his hand on Robb's shoulder. "I already got news of your death once before I don't want a repeat."

With that Jon stepped aside and let Robb and his party past on their way to the tree while he went back to get some rest if not sleep before he had to prepare for the fight.

The sounds of people filling the stands filled the air, as the sun began to rise high in the sky. The time for prayers was about over as Robb prepared for battle in a tent which had been set up beside the battleground which had been prepared over the course of the night. He wasn't alone their where at least a 18 men and a women in the tent with him. Only seven of them were preparing to fight, the rest where squires helping the others into armor.

For his part Robb donned his thick heavy plate armor, it was semi new having never seen combat before, but he had trained in it a few times. With thick blackened armor made of fine steel with chainmail under it he felt very protective. On his chest was the Dire wolf of house stark but with a crown located above the Wolf's head. On his actual head he had placed this crown, tightly secured so that it wouldn't fall off. He didn't actually want to wear it in battle, but his advisors told him it would be for the best and be a sign of his power.

"Are we ready?" inquired Robb as he placed a large round shield on his back along with his normal longsword. He was carrying them in case he lost the weapon he intended to use, Ice the gleaning blackened valerian steel blade was unlike anything else in the world.

"We are my King." said the Blackfish, he had gone for somewhat lighter armor do to his age and more fighting nibble style.

"Aye." answered the Great Jon Umber who wore leathers with some chainmail. In one hand he held a massive tower shield and in the other a great axe.

"Aye." confirmed the only women in their group, Lady Darcy Mormont dressed in leathers with a steel breastplate with the standing bear of house Mormont looked more like a knight then a lady. More so with her morning star and her shield ready as well. The only real sign of her gender was her long hair pulled back in a tight bun behind her head and her rather beautiful face.

"It is an honor to be chosen my king." Stated the young heir Bryden Blackwood as he stood there with his mace and shield ready.

"Same for my house my King." Said the second oldest in their group, the rather pump Lord Bracken as he ran his sword over a wetstone for the final time before standing up.

Robb hadn't been happy to deal with Lord Bracken, having a Blackwood and not a Bracken fight was just asking for trouble, but Lord Bracken was a middling fighter at best. Still Lord Bracken now stood prepared for battle as well with his sword at the ready. Hopefully he would carry himself better then normal since he would be directly compared to the heir of his rival house.

A lot of Riverland houses had ties to either the Brackens or the Blackwoods and to excluded one without the other would have insulted a good quarter of the houses. Win or loss, Robb had to have both of them fighting today. With luck the young and very skilled Bryden Blackwood would make up for Lord Bracken's abilities.

The final member of their group was Patrick Mallister the heir to house Mallister, Robb had seen him fight in the Whispering woods and while he hadn't taken down any knights of note, he had taken down a great multiplied of men-at-arms and his longsword skill was nothing to look down upon. He was also the heir to one of greatest houses in his kingdom and friends with the heir to every other major house in the Riverrun. Once again Robb had to bend the knee to politics, but it was one he accepted much better than Bracken.

With that a trumpet sounded as Robb turned and left the tent, to the roar of apologize as he walked out onto the field.

The field wasn't that much larger than a tourney ground, the rules had been agreed upon where simple each side would come out line up on either side in a single file so both sides could see the other and then go. Robb had pushed to come out first and Queen Daenerys had accepted, so they had come out of their tent first. Marching into position with Robb stopping in the center of the line so that his back was behind a Banner of house Stark while the rest moved to take positions behind their own banners. All the while a Cryer proclaimed to the crowd who they were.

The other sides banners where not down yet, they would be lowered when they took the field. Robb turned to his left and saw his Wife sitting in her own box along with Queen Daenerys, that wasn't a surprise. He hadn't expected her to take the field, both Ghost and Greywood rested in the box as well as the dragons circled above. For the rest of the Audience simple benches was all that could be built in time however the closer seats where reserved for the higher lords and ladies. He spotted his mother near the Dornish delegation, Tyrion Lannister and Queen Daenerys court was also near the front.

When the Cryer called out his name, Robb raised Ice high into the air showing off the Valerian steel great sword which was almost as tall as he was. The crowd roared, seeing Valerian steel was rare enough by itself. With the legendary Ice in the hand of their young wolf the Northern Lords still loyal to him and the Riverlords felt they were destined to win.

Then the trumpet blew again and Robb like everyone else turned their attention to the other side of the field as Queen Deanary's Champions took the field. He had been right, and he had been wrong.

Jon was easy to spot in his black armor with white chainmail as well was the armored Ser Mormont who was wearing whitened armor with a white cloak the bear of house Mormont emblazed in silver on his breast plate. A massive women dressed in thick blued armor could be seen as well, that had to be Brienne of Tarth the women knight, the Hound dressed in thick leathers and chainmail without his famous hound helm was also on the field. The two where almost equal in height but where still slightly smaller than the Great Jon.

In what didn't look to be armor, looking so small compared to the others was Arya but beside her was a large man Robb didn't know. His armor looked simple but fine, in his hands was a massive war hammer with a shield in the other, a shield with two crown stags facing off with each other between a river. That made no sense, the crown stag was house Baratheon but that was only one. He looked past him toward the last. To his amazement standing there with a shield strapped to his handless arm and the Lion of Lannister banner behind him was the King Slayer himself Jaime Lannister.

The Cryer announced those who were fighting for Queen Daenerys and as to be expected Jaime got booed but Robb caught the name of the man he didn't know.

"Gendry Storm son of Robert Baratheon." Stated the Cryer as the large man beside Arya raised his Warhammer. That took the crowd by surprise, if he was the son of Robert that surprising enough but either way he was a son of Robert fighting for Queen Daenerys. That spoke a lot of not only Gendry but Daenerys if she would have the son of the man who raised a rebellion against her house as one of her champions what did it mean for her ability to forgive.

"By the seven." stated the Blackfish who was standing beside Robb "Look at their weapons."

That is when Robb looked at their weapons, his eyes widened as he saw the unmistakable glint of Valerian steel and not just from Arya's dagger which he expected. Jon's sword, Ser Jorah's sword, Brienne's sword, and Ser Jaime's sword all where Valerian steel. That meant that along with Arya's dagger five of their six opponents where armed with Valerian steel. They had one, Ice and he had thought that would be more than enough.

While he was taking that in, Septon Renard came onto the field and offered a prayer to the Seven that they would look down upon this field and that the warrior would give strength to the arms of the righteous and that the crown would give wisdom to those to yield when the time had come. Finally, to the Father to watch over all and the Mother to give mercy.

With that the battle was on.

At once it all went array, seeing Ser Jaime Lannister the legendary King Slayer on the field both Ser Patrick Mallister and Lord Bracken headed straight for him. To take down the King Slayer would be a great honor, an honor which would be sung and praised for years to come. Even the Great Jon took a couple of steps that way, but he didn't want glory, Jaime had cut down two of his sons in the Whispering woods before he had been taken captive. Still as much as he wanted revenge the great Jon knew his job was to take down the Hound and he headed that way, but he never got a chance as a Warhammer with house Baratheon symbol on it smashed into the Great Jon's shield. Gendry the unknown had started to deadly duel of strength between himself and the Great Jon. To challenge the Great Jon, the strongest man in the North was suicide but Gendry seamed more than willing to take the chance.

While Arya was dodging the mace swings of Lady Mormont nearby, the plan was for Lady Mormont to deal with Brienne of Tarth but instead she had to deal with the faster and smaller Arya. The hound went after the very skilled Sir Bryden Blackwood and with the combination of the Hound's size and combat experience he was forcing the much younger knight into a mostly defensive position.

Robb was about to shoat an order when he noticed a figure was only a couple of steps away. It was Jon already position with his sword raised but he had yet to make a move against him. Once he noticed Robb had noticed him, the Valerian steal hand and a half longsword went in for a high strike, a classic opening move for him and one they had done multiple times in the yard. However instead of two wooden swords or blunted training swords, two valerian steel swords meet causing a ring heard around the yard. They parted as Robb came in with a slash only to be blocked and Jon come in with another upper slash, Ice got there in time but it nearly didn't Jon's blade came within inches of his armored shoulder. Robb let out a roar as he pushed Jon's sword back as Jon stepped back as he began to circle his cousin, that had just been a test and the real fight was about to begin.

The plan was going sideways, the only two matches up that was going as planned was the Blackfish vs Ser Jorah Mormont and himself vs Jon. The deadly dance between the two seamed very familiar to Robb, it was almost as if the two of them were replaying some of their better fights in the training yard at Winterfell. Somehow in the back of his mind he could see his father watching the two of them fight with a smile at how skilled they had become but also some sadness that the two where trading blows.

Robb decided to change the dance going in for a stab, something he generally didn't do, he was more of a slasher with his fighting style, but he had learned it was the best way to beat armor. He went in expecting to throw Jon off.

It didn't.

Instead, it threw him off, Ice while lighter than a normal great sword of similar size was still much heavier than his normal longsword, so his tip was low and his aim off. Jon blocked it with ease, he had trained years with Longclaw, he had seen him through as he climbed the Frost Fang mountains North of the wall, the battle of Castle Black, the battle of the Basterds and Winterfell. In his hands Longclaw wasn't a sword, it was an extension of himself, and he knew how to use it. The time had come to show Robb that the game had changed and the time in the yard was over.

Then in a move Robb had never seen in the battlefield but one Jon had learned in the watch, Jon placed one of his hands on the flat side of his own sword forcing Ice upwards as he spun under it, he slid on one armored knee across the ground. With Ice knocked out of position Jon spun his sword around bringing it to bear as he got back up on his feet all in one move. The Valerian steel cut through the chainmail above his knee. He was lucky it was only a gracing cut if Jon had been a few inches closer he could have taken his leg. Still red blood began to cover his armor and each step hurt but he bit his teeth and prepared for Jon's assault. It came in a series of fast swings which Robb had a hard time keeping up with but the ring of Valerian steel against Valerian steel filled the air as if it was a strange music. Robb had never seen any of these moves before, he had been fighting like a normal knight or how they were trained in the yard. His move where quick brutal and pine point. Robb was having trouble just keeping up a good defense and getting in a few hits of his own which Jon blocked easily before turning into another attack.

Robb went in for a high strike which Jon blocked and then before Robb could do anything, Jon raised his foot and kicked him in the chest throwing him off balance. That wasn't a move seen on most battlefields or trained by any master of arms, but it was a common trick used in the night's watch and one Jon had used multiple times. Jon went on the attack forcing Robb back but Robb managed to keep from any more strikes from hitting home, but Jon was clearly the one in charge of this fight.

In the stands, Tyrion Lannister grinned as the plan was going nicely, putting his brother on the field had been a great risk. Jaime wasn't the sword's man he had been since he had lost his hand, but that didn't matter he made the perfect bait. Two of Robb's fighters had gone straight for him and of course with their eyes focused on Jaime they hadn't noticed Brienne who came and strike Lord Bracken with her Valerian sword Oathkeeper sending the man to the ground where a quick boot to his chest and a sword tip had knocked him out of the fight as he cried out for mercy. In a way it was kind of funny, both Oathkeeper and Widow's Wail, the latter really needed a new name considering it was Joffrey who named it where Valerian steel swords made from the steel from Ice. Those blades shouldn't be around yet but thanks to their journey through time, they did.

With lord Bracken down it was Jaime and Brienne taking on the young heir of House Mallister. That fight would have been a losing one if it was Jaime alone but for both of them it was clear they would win but it would take some time. In fact it would be over quickly if Brienne didn't have to spend a quarter of her time defending the Legendry King Slayer.

Ser Jorah and the Blackfish where trading blows as well, here they didn't need to win but they couldn't loss. They had to keep the Blackfish busy, for he was the best fighter Robb had and Ser Jorah was doing great at that. Both men putting their years of training and battle to the test as they did a deadly dance on the field neither one holding back. With a Valerian steel blade Ser Jorah had the edge but it wasn't by much because while the sword was important it came down to skill. The Blackfish could still easily win and there were moments where that became clear. A slash that came within inches of Ser Jorah's unarmored head or shield having to be rushed into position to take a blow. The battle between the two would have been legendary by itself but it wasn't the only fight going on. Then another part of the plan began to take shape.

"Change!" yelled Arya as she dodged one of Lady Mormont's swings. Without missing a beat as if they had practiced it multiple times, Arya rolled away from Lady Mormont coming up and stabbing the Great Jon in the arm with needle, the tiny Bravos sword going right through the thick muscles of the great Northern lord before coming cleanly out. The Great Jon roared in pain as he turned to face the new attacker as Gendry swung his hammer in a huge one-handed downward swing, but his target wasn't the Great Jon but Lady Mormont. Arya being so much shorter than Lady Mormont she had been striking downwards and blocking from attacks coming up from below. She wasn't prepared for an attack from above. She raised her shield as Gendry's Warhammer came down, the hardened oak broke before Gendry's hammer passing through in a shower of wooden splinters before crashing into Lady Mormont shoulder. She was wearing thick leathers with chainmail there, the hammer slowed down by the shield would normally have delivered a powerful but manageable hit. That would have been the case if a normal man was using the hammer but years of wielding a hammer at the forge handmade Gendry extremely strong and the blow while weaker because of the shield and armor didn't hit as hard it was hard enough as the blunt force broke bone causing her arm to go limp.

Lady Mormont screamed in pain and lashed out with her morning star, the strike found home hitting Gendry's shoulder, but the armor was thick there and while he roared in pain it only made his next strike harder. Lady Mormont, one of the prized fighters in the North took a blow to the rib cage, luckily Gendry wasn't trying to kill so he turned the hammer at the last moment to hit with the flat side not the side with spikes in it. That combined with the armor there likely saved her life but it was more then enough to put her down. She went down from the pain as Measters who were standing on the sideline waiting to come to the aid of any whom surrendered rushed forward.

Beside Gendry the opposite was going down, the Great Jon and Gendry where about the same in size and it had been a battle of strength against strength, great axe and shield vs Warhammer and shield. He wasn't prepared for Arya.

Arya come in and stab him in the arm before sliding between his legs like some kind of wild animal and pooping up behind him giving him multiple stabs in the back. When he turned to face her, Arya was gone striking from another angle, her speed, small size and nimbleness was throwing off the much larger and stronger man. Since Needle wasn't made of Varyaian steel it couldn't pierce as deeply but that wasn't the point. Each pin prick wasn't going to kill him, it maybe went in a quarter of an inch or so into his skin after going through his armor, but it got his attention as his back became covered in blood. It was horrifying to see; the Great Jon's leathered armor was now clearly soaked in blood and blood was dripping off him.

"You little fucker!" roared the Great Jon as he went in for a swing only to have his axe bite deeply into Gendry's shield as he moved to shield Arya from the attack. The axe cut deep into the wood and sticking there, the shield would be useless, but it only had to hold for a few moments. Under the shield, Gendry and Arya shared a brief moment as both looked into each other's eyes and Arya gave Gendry one of her rare genuine smiles. Then her smile disappeared, and it was back to work, Arya's dagger came up from under Gendry's shield stabbing upwards and heading right toward the Great Jon's Face. Even bent over the great Jon was bigger than her so she had to leap a bit but not far.

The Great Jon stumbled backwards one of his hands on neck the other holding his Axe his shield falling to the ground. All eyes on him as everyone expected to see a trail of blood running down his front even as his back was now soaked with blood to the point that the leathers were becoming saturated. When he pulled his hand away from his neck, there was blood but not a lot, only a small cut but a good quarter of his beard was gone. The Valerian dagger had given him one hell of a shave.

"YOU CUNT!" yelled the Great Jon as he charged forward in anger, to everyone's amazement Arya charged forward as well like a crazy rabbit charging at an angry bull. Then at the last moment, Arya slide between the great Jon's legs, the giant man was confused for a second and turned his head around to look at Arya. That is when Gendry holding his Warhammer by the actual head struck, with a crack which caused everyone to both hear and feel it the heavy fully steal handle of the hammer struck the jaw of the Great Northern lord. Unlike most Warhammers which had a wooden shaft Gendry had made his from solid steel for added strength and he used it now. To the credit of the great Northern Lord he stayed standing form the blow but his jaw was clearly broken and he had lost a few teeth. He stumbled a bit taking a step or two toward Gendry before his eyes rolled back in his head and the man who first proclaimed Robb the King in the North fell.

"Gendry." ordered Arya as she pointed toward the Blackfish as she headed toward the Hound who was winning against Ser Mallister but had yet to beat the heavily armored knight.

Up in the stands Lady Catelyn watched in stunned amazement as her little girl nearly killed the Great Jon and was now crossing blades with Ser Mallister who was considered a very skilled upcoming knight. She and the Hound where fighting together like seasoned veterans who had fought together multiple times. They didn't have to speak they simply knew what the other was going to do. Ser Mallister was a good knight, but he could barely hold off the Hound who seemed more interested in just keeping the young Knight occupied then actually beating him, but with Arya now against him as well he was being put more on the back foot then even he was before.

What had her little girl become?

Gendry and Ser Mormont didn't fight together as smoothly as Arya and the Hound, but her uncle who was staying about equal to Ser Jorah was now pushed back on the defense. Gendry gave wild swings with his Warhammer which he had to dodge all the while dealing with Ser Jorah's sword.

The young Blackwood was doing very well dealing with both Ser Brienne and Ser Jaime, but it was clear that Brienne was doing most of the fighting while Jaime was focused on just staying on the defense. Every so often he would strike out with his sword, but it was mostly defense.

That meant all of Robbs champions where fighting two against one, aside from Robb who was fighting Jon and seemed to be doing decent. With Ice in his hands striking Jon's own Valerian steel longsword, it gave off an unnatural ring but for every thrust and perry Jon would do Robb would meet it and return it. For his part Jon was doing the same and they seemed evenly matched which caused some hope to rise in Catelyn. However even she had to admit that it may be the fact that Robb was her son that she saw Robb as winning, Jon had gotten multiple

"This is a farse." whispered Princess Arianne's cousin one of the Sand Snakes in a low whisper as she sat beside her Princess and Ser Dayne right behind her.

"No, it's a show." countered Arianne "And a good one at that."

"Yes, this fight should have been over a while ago." Added Ser Dayne as Catelyn turned and looked at him. Seeing the questioning eyes of the high-born lady on him, Ser Dayne went on to explain what Lady Stark was missing. "Jon is holding back; he is putting on a show."

That caused Catelyn's eyes to widen, she didn't believe it. Her son was a season warrior who had fought on many battlefields and Jon had been in the Night's Watch. Then she remembered the stories she heard from some of the people on her journey with Queen Deanery's party. The battles North of the Wall, a secret war which had been fought during the war of the five kings. The battle at the Wall, Hardhome, the battle of the Bastered and the battle of Winterfell, Robb may have waged his battles in the light of the south were all eyes where upon him, Jon fought his in the North way from the eyes of the south, but his battles were just as hard if not harder. She watched Jon more closely, he was breathing steadily and normally, he wasn't pushing it while she could see Robb was getting labored breathing. Jon was fighting one handed on his sword switching to two handed every so often but for the most part he used his other hand to balance himself. It became clear that while Robb was directing the fight and commanding where it went it was only because Jon was allowing it and at any moment Jon could take command. It reminded her of the times she saw Eddard train with the boys, he would let them command the fight for a while then at some point take over and teach them the error of their ways.

"King Robb has to be the last one to fall or else the River lords will not accept it and they will believe he threw the fight to his cousin." stated Arianne "So Jon is making sure he stays up until the time is right."

"You are semi-correct Princess." stated a new voice as Tyrion Lannister spoke up, as he gave a knowing grin.

It was at that moment that things got worse for Robb's cause as Ser Blackwood got his arm pinned by Brienne who brought a heavy shield down upon it. The armor did nothing more than contain the broken bone that resulted as Ser Blackwood screamed in pain causing him to drop his weapon leaving him with only a shield as Brienne released his arm and moved on the no disabled knight.

"Go, I got this." ordered Brienne as Ser Jaime moved toward the fight between Robb and Jon. Robb saw him coming and moved to deal with him, at that moment Jon blocked one of Robb's slashes and spun around turning his back on Robb before delivering an armored elbow to the jaw of Robb. That caused Robb to stumbled backwards and worse of all drop Ice. The Valerian steel sword fell to the ground as Jaime closed on Robb.

With no time to attempt to grab Ice, Robb pulled his normal Longsword and his shield from his back just in time to block Jaime's attack. Jon pulled back a bit as the King Slayer and Robb did battle. Here it was clear that Robb was better.

The crowd roared as they watched Robb push Jaime around, it was clear that Robb was the better sword. They were so focused on that Robb was about to defeat the King Slayer that they didn't notice that Ser Mallister was now on one knee before the Hound and Arya and Ser Blackwood was on his back with Brienne's foot on his chest and a sword at his throat.

It was now down to Robb and the Blackfish and while the her Uncle was the best sword in the Riverlands he couldn't win this fight.

"We have lost." whispered Catelyn a second before the crowd roared in victory as Robb knocked Jaime off his feet and placed a sword to his throat and his boot on top of his chest.

"I yield." yelled Jaime loudly as the crowd roared again their king had just taken down the King Slayer.

A large smiled crossed Robb's face as he looked at the defeat Jaime Lannister on the ground before him, Jaime had killed a lot of his friends during the Battle of the Whispering woods when Robb broke the siege of Riverrun. Now the King Slayer was defeated and at his mercy.

Only then did he look around, Jon was before him in sword raised in a position to strike and in a position that Robb couldn't block. To his right the Hound and Arya were coming up and they would be upon him soon. To the other side the Blackfish was still fighting with Ser Mormont and Gendry, but he was now only fighting a defensive battle. Robb was half temped to try to go to his aid, if he somehow got past Jon or Jon mistimed his swing, he could do it but then Brienne moved was blocking his path. He was surrounded and all his champions where either defeated or where about to be defeated and he was surrounded by four of Queen Deanery's champions.

He heard the crowd made up of mostly Riverlords and Northsmen gasp as they realized it as well. He looked out into the crowd and saw tears in the eyes of the people he was going to rule as King. They knew it now, just as he did. He did spot a few angry faces, those who didn't want to admit to themselves what they saw. Robb was in a hopeless position.

Then with a crash, the Blackfish went down before a blow to the knee from Gendry's hammer while he was blocking Ser Mormont's sword.

"I yield." stated the Blackfish leaving Robb alone against six of Deanery's champions.

"It's over, Robb." whispered Jon softly so that only the two of them could hear as Robb closed his eyes, he would be like Torrhen Stark after all, the King who surrendered his crown to a Targaryen.

"I know." answered Robb turning slightly to face him. "You were holding back so that I would be the last one standing."

Jon didn't answer but Robb could read his face, he knew the answer.

"I can't surrender." stated Robb as he went into a stance longsword and shield at the ready. He knew these weapons much more then he knew Ice and knew if he stood any chance of even putting up a good fight he needed to use them. "Don't hold back."

"Alright." said Jon as he got into his own stance, Longclaw raised, as the others surrounded the two of them. "Don't interfere."

"Understood." stated Ser Jorah planting his sword tip in the ground ready to defend himself but showing he wasn't a threat.

"Alright." added the Hound spitting to one side.

"I will only interfere to stop you two from killing each other." stated Arya as Gendry nodded his agreement with Arya.

"I will do the same." added Brienne planting her sword in the dirt.

"Alright." stated Robb as he looked at the others who surrounded them, Jaime Lannister having walked away in defeat just like all of his champions who had fallen. "just the two of us."

"Just the two of us." Confirmed Jon

Robb came in first, sword coming down for a strike as Jon's sword rose to meet it faster than he had ever moved before in their fight. That caught Robb off guard, he knew that Jon was holding back but that was a sign of just how much he was holding back. That moment of being taken by surprise prevented Robb's shield bash from finding Jon as he stepped aside, Longclaw running down the length of Robb's blade. As he did he side stepped to Robb's right. Extended from his bash Robb was totally out of position and Jon swung Longclaw toward his cousin's ribs.

If Jon had turned the blade to the cutting edge, he would have taken his cousin's life. The thick armor wouldn't have been able to stop Valyrian steel. Instead, he hit his cousin with the flat side of his blade, that meant the blow only caused him to stumble to the ground.

Robb tried to get onto his feet as fast as he could but before he could get his sword up for a swing Jon's foot came down on the blade trapping it against the ground while Longclaw's tip hovered just his cheek as he lied on the ground.

The crowed was in a state of shock, they all knew that Jon had won…they had lost. Without a word, Jon removed his foot from Robb's sword and put longclaw away, the Valerian steel blade disappearing.

Jon reached down and offered his hand.

Robb looked up at him, he had never yielded he could strike and possibly take Jon down.

Then he heard his father's Ned Stark's voice in his mind.

"Even in defeat, keep your honor for if you fight without honor you are not worthy of leadership." Said Lord Eddard's Stark in his memory

Robb removed his hand from his blade and took Jon's offered hand who helped him up, once up he did reach down and retake his sword.

On his feet, he could have restarted the fight with at least some acceptance, but he knew what was needed.

Robb turned away from Jon and toward Daenerys who sat watching it all. All eyes were on him as he lowered himself to one knee, lowering his head and placed his sword on the ground before Daenerys who was rising from her chair. Just like Torrhen Stark, the last King in the North before him had done Robb Stark knelt and placed his crown on the ground beside his sword.

"I yield…my Kingdom is yours my Queen." said Robb, the Northern and Riverlords in the stands where not happy some stormed off but most just sat there in stunned sadness as Queen Daenerys walked out of the box and down into the field. She moved to stand in front of Robb.

"I know this isn't the outcome you wanted or wished" proclaimed Daenerys as she stood before Robb as Ghost padded up beside her while Jon moved to stand behind Daenerys. "I know and love the North; you always do what is right even when you don't want to do it. Today you had to do a very difficult thing and I know painful. You have every right to be sad, to be angry to cry out in pain and pray to the old gods and the new wishing things were different. It is my hope that in time you will come to realize that while this was painful this is for the best. Arise and retake your sword, Lord Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the fight between the different champions. Now until next time please keep reading. Thanks Wilkins75.