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You dodge left, just stopping at the edge of the steps. Ser Terrowin abandons his sword and quickly bumps you with his shoulder. You fall, your back slamming hard against a wooden table. It almost knocks the air out of you. As you recover you see Ser Terrowin, sword in his hands, leap down towards you. He holds his sword above his head, clearly intent in striking. You roll aside just in time as the knight's attack breaks through the table, shattering it, and sending splinters every what way. A stake-like shard soars against your left arm, but the leather jerkin prevents it from cutting. Ser Terrowin slowly gets up, holding his sword in front of him in a defensive stance.

You slowly circle side to side, gauging his defense. Despite his efforts, you can tell he is favoring his left leg. Clearly he's injured himself with that foolish leap.

You probe with a thrust, causing him to slash wildly as you back away from damage. You continue probing him, waiting until he uses the attack you want. He thrusts and you dodge forward to his right. Ser Terrowin begins to attack, but as you run by you stomp down on the back of his right leg. He collapses to the floor with a crack, dropping his sword in the process. The knight tries to drag himself away, but you are on him.

You turn him over and place a knee on his chest. You remove his helmet and place the tip of your sword in front of his face. "Yield!" you command him, but he holds his tongue. You look up at the judge. Pure hate burns in the fiend's eyes. "Your knight has lost!" you yell up to him. "End this battle or I'll be **** to!" Neither the judge nor Ser Terrowin voice a surrender, leaving you ****. You jab your rapier through Elric's eye, into his brain, killing the monster forever. You leave the sword in as you stand. "The gods have seen it fit to find me innocent—now let me go!"

"Guards! Seize her!" A few guards reluctantly approach. You expect it is out of fear, but you catch a hint of another motive in their ****. They know the judge's orders are unjust.

"I've won my freedom!" you shout for all to hear.

"Freedom!" you hear yelled from the higher floors. The crowd begins to worry as the iron bars above shake. "Freedom!" they cry again. "Morgan the Black!" you hear another prisoner shout. "Morgan!" they begin to chant. "Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!" It is like cries of victory.

The guards cautiously seize you and put you in shackles. The judge looks upward towards the chanting, shaking his head in disgust. That fiend has lost. "Take her away!" he commands, but the guards do not move, nervously looking between each other. "I said take her away! Take her away or I'll have you join her!" With that the guards take you to your cell. As you are taken away, you close your eyes and listen to your triumph.

"Morgan! Morgan! Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!"