Borders have been crossed

You stagger slowly into the **** quarters where your cell is. You feel thoroughly vindicated that you won; for the first time in this tournament, winning a battle that you should not have been able to come away from. On the other hand, you know the adrenaline pumping through is going to wear off, and you're going to start feeling like utter shit before too long. If you can at least get to your cell, you'll be okay. You work to not strain yourself more than you already have. In the corner of your mind, you remember that you still have to fight again; how can you survive the next fight in this shape? Unfortunately, your next fight was far sooner than you had thought.

Through the halls, you hear shouting; the distinct screaming of a woman, young and fearing for her life. It takes no time at all to piece together who that is, and what's going on. Clutching your stomach, you hobble yourself into a jog down the halls, to confirm your fear. One of the guards has let themselves into your cell in your absense. Wrathi was out for the count, but looks like she had wounded the guard somewhat. His real target though was Nareesa, whose rapid, **** flailing was keeping her assailant at bay and preventing him from getting what he really wanted.

It also served as a suitable distraction, though she didn't know it yet. The gate having been left open, you hurry in and pry the guard away at the shoulder. A brief look of panic struck his face before your fist did. It was hard enough to cause him to lose his balance, but not enough to bring him down. He pulled a thick baton from his belt to strike you with, and attempted an arcing blow to your head to end this immediately. In his search for a short end to the fight, he brought it all down on himself. His arm extended outward, you drove your heavy fists into his chest. The guard started to drop to his knees as he struggled to regain his breath. You wouldn't give him the chance. Wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, you slammed his head into the metal bars of the cell repeatedly, causing him to go limp and ****.

The fight done, you drop to the floor, leaning against the wall as you struggle through the pain. Nareesa hovers over you, still with a fearful look.

"Don't worry" You say withrough pained groans "He's not getting up anytime soon. You're safe"

"He's not the one I'm worried about." She says as she looks all over your injuries "How are you still breathing?"

"Oh, you know me" You say sarcastically "I'm too stubborn to die."

"Gods I hope so" She said, tears starting to peak through "Who's going to protect me in here if not you?"

"Told you, Daddy will keep you safe" You say with another long groan. It doesnt land with a great deal of confidence, and the pain starts to feel too much to bear.

Just as you feel like it's overbearing, you hear the hurried footsteps coming up. You **** your eyes to open to see who it is; The Boss, someone you never thought you'd see running, accompanied by two others guards, and some strange person in white robes.

"What the fuck is this!?" The Boss yelled out "Kromdor! You're supposed to be keeping the fighting in the ring! Even you are smart enough to understand that, I had thought!"

In what feels like your last breath, you let out a roar of protest, silencing the Boss bus causing his lackeys to draw swords "This isn't my fault! Your man here tried to take what isn't his. These women are mine!"

"Don't you dare act suprrised you mongrel brute. Bringing **** women in here you should know what to expect." His exacting sense of business left him ****

"And so should you!" You shoot back "It's your job to protect what's yours, isn't it? This is your fault Boss, not mine"

"I'm surprised that you show such beligerence to me, even in what could be your last moments. You know I could take this all from you right now, including your life."

"Ya, I know, but I'm pretty sure right about now you need me more than I need you, so how about you do a better job to protect your investments."

"Don't you worry about that. I always protect what is mine. I'll be sure to correct this oversight, and it will be to your liking, I promise. For now, you just relax, and we'll get you all fixed up."

The guards swoop in, their swords sheathed, to pull out their concussed comrade, followed by the strange guest. Their face is mostly obscured by a pale yawning hood.

"You have been through much Kromdor. Your life hangs by an edge. Don't worry, all is well" His voice is strangely calming, hypnotic. With each syllable, you find it harder to stay awake.

"Rest well Kromdor. Now, it is time to sleep."