A/N - Once again, thank you all for the support on this story, we are so close to five hundred followers and that is amazing! I am also so overwhelmed with the amount of reviews! You guys are awesome and I couldn't love you more!

The next morning the whole city was bristling with anticipation, Clarke was slightly confused until Lexa explained that there would be two matches, a break and then the final battle. After that was explained she suddenly understood the excitement, the winner would be decided today and if the opening celebration was anything to go by then tonight would be one hell of a party.

They headed down to the arena together, and at the entrance Clarke offered Lexa a strip of brightly colored blue cloth.

Lexa stared at her, confused as to why Clarke was giving her odd bits of fabric. "What is this Clarke?" She asked gently, not wanting to offend her by rejecting whatever strange Skaikru custom this was.

"It's just something I read about in a book once." Clarke explained, red tinging her cheeks slightly in embarrassment, "It's called a favor and knights used to wear them in battle, it's a token showing allegiance between the giver and the wearer. Although I wouldn't mention were you got it from, seeing as how you may end up fighting my warrior today." Gently she took the strip from Lexa's hand and looped it round her wrist, gently tying it off and tucking it under the edge of her gloves, "It's a reminder that I love you and a wish for you to do your best today."

Lexa grinned and pulled her into a tender kiss, "I love you too Clarke. Now you'd better head to your seat because they won't wait forever."

Clarke practically skipped through the crowd and up to her seat, in a ridiculously good mood because of the feeling of everything falling in to place at last.

Roan noticed her bubbly demeanor and grinned at her, "Hello Clarke, did you just wish the Commander luck personally."

She managed to stop herself milliseconds away from sticking her tongue out at him, "Very funny Roan, and anyway do you not remember your fight? Lexa doesn't require luck."

The Ice King chuckled and shook his head lightly as Indra hushed the crowd, "Welcome to the third and final day of this celebration of strength and skill between the clans. This will forever be remembered as the greatest show of unity and peace the ground as seen in a hundred years and we thank each of the Clan Leaders gathered today for their contribution to this peace."

There were cheers through the crowd and the Clan Leaders all nodded in acknowledgement.

"And so, without any further ado, the first battle of the day, Lexa of the Tree People against Dari of the Boat People!"

As the two warriors walked out the response was deafening, and after they had both acknowledged the platform it took another few minutes until the crowd eventually fell silent. They shook hands firmly and then Indra signaled them to begin.

Clarke just caught the flash of the brilliant blue ribbon as Lexa's sword cut through the air towards the Boat Warriors neck. Dari leapt backwards out the way nimbly and responded in turn, aiming for her left side to make blocking just that tiny bit more awkward. Lexa wasn't caught out, stepping to the side smartly and flicking up the tip of her blade to deflect his back at him.

He spun lightly and lunged forwards, sword arm outstretched in front of him. Lexa slipped around and attempted to hit his wrist with enough force for him to drop the blade but instead he pulled back his arm in expectation of her retaliation.

His trick had forced her to overreach into a vulnerable position and he took advantage, bringing his sword up to connect with her ribs, but impossibly fast she managed to pull across her arm and catch hold of the blade itself. With a pained growl she wrenched it from his grasp as black blood dripped from her fingers.

Dari was on the defensive again and ducked and weaved, searching desperately for a way to beat her, but he was soon out of time and options when she bore down on him and slammed her elbow into his face which drove him to his knees. Recognizing the hopeless situation he sighed and held his hands up to indicate her win.

A smiled danced across her face as she saluted the Clan Leaders, paying special attention to Luna the Boat Clan Leader who just shook her head and grinned ruefully.

She offered Dari an arm to pull him to his feet and then clapped him on the back before sending him off to get his nose checked by a healer, as it was now streaming with blood from when her elbow had connected with it.

Gracefully she climbed up onto the dais and took her seat beside Clarke who was grinning at her like an extremely proud girlfriend.

"Next time Lexa." Luna called from the back.

"I look forward to it." The Commander shot back.

Roan chuckled, "Congratulations Heda, although the after fighting you myself I feel sorry for the poor boy."

Lexa smiled as her eyes flicked to where Octavia and Ontari were walking out together, like in the sky girls last match, she was walking out shoulder to shoulder with her opponent. With interest, Lexa looked over to the other members of Skaikru, some were smiling and cheering with the rest of the crowd but one of two were glaring at the Ice Nation warrior hatefully.

Clarke glanced sideways at Roan, "It seems our warriors have decided that we are in a strong alliance now King Roan."

He smiled back at her, "It seems so Wanheda." Roan laughed slightly, as the two fighters bowed to the Clan Leaders Ontari made sure to acknowledge Lexa as well who's lips twitched upwards slightly.

Lexa waved her arm to signal them to begin the moment they had released each others arms.

Immediately, the friendly smiles disappeared and both warriors dropped into a fighting stance, their eyes laser focused on each others movements.

Octavia's greatest advantage in her previous matches was gone as she was a similar height and weight to the other girl so couldn't rely on being quicker on her feet. She went for a surprise attack to throw Ontari off balance, yelling a fierce war cry and bringing her sword down in a two handed swing.

Ontari stumbled back just in time, darting to the side to give herself some breathing room, having been unprepared for the ferocity of Octavia's opening move after the friendly nature of all their interactions up until Lexa's arm came down. She gained new respect for the Skaikru warrior as she regrouped her self and twirled her sword experimentally.

Then she stepped forward, spinning on her heel to drive the point towards Octavia's chest, who reacted calmly, blocking at the last second and bringing the two of them nose to nose for a moment until they broke away.

They moved up and down the arena, swords clashing and sparking, each taking a turn attacking and then defending as they were pushed backwards. Neither of them willingly gave an inch but Ontari's superior experience was wearing Octavia down, as she pulled carefully planned moves that Octavia had never had to learn how to defend against.

In a last ditch effort, Octavia threw all her weight behind one powerful lunge towards Ontari's stomach, but at the very last moment Ontari twisted to the side and delivered a hard blow to the back of Octavia's sword hand with the flat of her blade which caused her to cry out as her fingers released the hilt of their own accord.

Almost apologetically, she scooped the fallen sword up in her free hand and pointed it towards Octavia, who was cradling her hand against her chest.

Octavia cracked a smile as she held up her hands to indicate that she yielded, and then she stepped forward to embrace Ontari with her good arm, which gained some surprised looks from those watching and from Ontari herself. And then she pulled her forwards so they could bow to the platform together before walking from the arena.

Roan laughed and nodded after them to Clarke, "I think your right hand has a new best friend."

Clarke grinned, "I think so to."

Lexa nodded thoughtfully and then raised a hand to signal silence amongst those gathered. "Go, eat and drink, and then return here in two hours time for the final battle of this tournament."

When the crowds all returned to their places there was a feeing of great anticipation running like wildfire though the assembled people.

Ontari and Lexa strode out confidently, acknowledging the dais and then walking to stand face to face.

"I will give you my decision after this fight." Lexa stated simply, offering her arm.

Ontari clasped arms with Lexa firmly and the two shared a respectful nod before they stepped back and drew their swords, looking to Indra who signalled the start of the match.

There was a long pause and the audience shifted restlessly as the two women watched each other.

Then simultaneously they leapt towards each other, faces expressionless as they collided in the centre, blades flashing in the sunlight and sparks flying in all directions. They were remarkably well matched on strength and speed and there battle moved faster than most of those watching could track through.

Clarke heard Roan hiss in sympathy on a few occasions but couldn't make out what he was seeing that she wasn't.

Without warning Ontari was suddenly rolling across the floor after a powerful kick to her chest sent her sprawling, that time Clarke winced herself.

Gathering her feet under her, she sprang up from the ground and her sword came swinging round in a wide arc straight towards Lexa's head, who smirked and ducked under it easily, elbowing her Ontari's stomach to cause her to double over gasping for air.

Lexa rained down a heavy combo of strikes to take advantage of her momentary weakness, but Ontari recovered quickly and broke off the sequence, responding with one of her own that caused their fight to become more like a dance as they twirled and moved from side to side.

Then another strike came from Lexa, with all her power behind it, as the blade came down Ontari raised her own and there was a terrible cracking noise.

Warily Clarke looked up from where she had hidden her face to avoid seeing something horrible, but instead she saw that Lexa's blade had shattered at the base and she was now just holding the useless hilt of it.

The crowd cheered, especially the Azgeda who believed that their warrior couldn't lose now.

Ontari stared at the shards on the floor in disbelief and then looked at her own sword, before tossing it to the side pulling a shorter knife from a sheath strapped to her leg.

A smile appeared on Lexa's face as she nodded in thanks and pulled her own knife, fully aware that if Ontari hadn't decided to even the playing field she would have been hard pressed to win against the warrior who was far stronger than anyone had imagined when Roan had put her forward as the representative for his clan.

With shorter blades their bodies twisted and turned around each other as they jabbed and slashed, always aiming for places that would cause the other enough pain to throw them off balance without causing true injury.

Then Ontari broke away, black blood streaming through her fingers as she held a hand to her face, Lexa had caught her with the tip of her knife just above her right eye.

The crowd went silent, an unknown night blood was unheard of. They looked to Lexa, expecting her to order the execution of the Ice Warrior for the deception but instead she remained focused on the fight at hand.

The rest of the fight was over quickly, with her vision affected by the blood falling into her eye, Ontari was unable to block the strikes that came at her right side and she was soon down on her knees as Lexa snatched the knife from her hand smoothly.

"Heda! Heda! Heda!" The chant went up as Lexa spun in a tight circle, holding her arm up victoriously.

The people continued their chanting as Lexa flipped the knife and held it by the blade to offer it back to Ontari who took it and stood up.

Lexa raised her arms to get them all to quieten down and when they did she cleared her throat, hopping up onto the platform, "People of the Thirteen Clans, this tournament has ended, and tonight is a cause for great celebration. Ontari kom Azgeda was kept away from her rights as a night blood by yet more treachery from Queen Nia. Today we welcome her home to Polis!"

After a moment a low clapping started that then erupted into a cheer. She waved them off quickly, "Go, eat and drink, tonight is a time for us all to put aside our weapons and celebrate side by side as friends and allies!"

A/N - Thoughts? Hope you've all enjoyed this storyline as much as I've enjoyed writing it! We're about to change pace a little bit now, as I'm sure your aware there are still a number of rebel Skaikru unaccounted for that I need to deal with :)