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"Actually, Rakot won't have anything in his way when the force field goes down." Wolfram replied. He began walking away, content to let Rakot do what he does best. When the force field wears off, of course.

Nygozy had been side tracked before she got into the infirmary and was just returning when she heard people talking, or close to yelling. She walked in and saw Jezarine beside Rakot, carefully healing him and looking distinctly pale from all of the threats going on in there.

She walked over to just behind Wolfram and Bowen and coughed, "By Andraste's ass, what the stone are you all doing? I get called away on another duty and come back to find a pissing match?"

Bowen looked back to the Commander, serious, as he had never been

''We're thinking how to make this bastard go away, if flying or crawling without legs. What's your opinion, Commander?''

"Bowen, out." Nygozy stated with as little inflection as the Nevarran and did not even watch as the man left, "Rakot, you rest and let me do the talking and Jez keep healing him."

She stepped towards the forcefield and looked at it calmly, "Nice work he does." Her eyes lifted to look directly at Dice, "You have stepped past lines from the time you arrived. Sit down. You are still bleeding. Now, you are going to talk with me, not at me, and you are going to listen as well. Got that straight?"

Dice looked at Nygozy and then Wolfram and sat down. "Will finish our little chat later Mage." He turned his head to look at Nygozy and smiled opening the bandages looking at his wound. "Blood is fine I don't mind a little wound like this. Yes Commander I don't take peoples crap I am sorry if I am not the Warden your use to but I have lived two years in hell fighting for my life every second of every day. I don't have time for macho crap and stupid people I live to survive that is my rule survive. Hate me if you want your not my concern mine right now are those two kids and when I drop them off at there new home then i will find another Path to go down."

"Pfft...poser....survival got nothing to do with it. I'm a survivor, you're just trash with an unjustified ego."

Rakot gave Dice a cold stare, then turned to Nygozy.

"Lets just off him, Commander. I am sure even you can see that this one is our enemy, and an insect he maybe, but even hostile insects need to be squashed out of annoyance from time to time. It keeps the psyche healthy."

Rakot smiled.

Dice looked at Rakot and chuckled. "If I'm a insect and a poser what does that make you? Just look at you your a fighter with no path a warrior with no honor and a Berserker who can't control it. I saw you out there on the field your nothing but a animal and the wardens hold the leash. You can't beat me mongrel even when you had help I tore you up. How is that shoulder and arm doing? You are a waste of a Warden and a waste of flesh you have no control over what you are your a mindless killing machine and until you learn to control it your more of a danger than I am. I am dangerous because I can control it your dangerous because you can't."

He looked back at Nygozy and smiled. "If it is a apology you want...fine I apologize for my behavior and questioning of your second I had no right nor the authority to do so and if you bring her forth I will make a formal apology in front of the rest of the Wardens if you wish it. Your king for he is not mine will have to earn his he should be on the throne not here. Anyone else besides your Berserk dog, and Mage coward I shall apologize to as well. That one fellow you had escort me out with him as well. But if your Wardens ever threaten those kids again Commander, Turning them to abominations, drowning them or cutting them to pieces, giving them to the Qun which isn't really a bad thing in my opinion it is a honorable way. The Wardens have fallen Lady Nygozy if you allow threats like that to be used.

Rakot grinned wider and looked at Dice.

"Still yapping I see? Son, I could have torn you in half with my bare hands, and still can. Be thankful that I decided to have my fun, and be thankful that the Commander intervened then she did, for that was the moment you began to bore me. As for these scratches you gave me, I've gotten worse from a baby bronto, don't flatter yourself, you're nothing special, you're not dangerous, you're just trash."

Dice laughed looking at him. "Oh please drop the macho act you idiot I'm done with you. You have nothing to say nor anything to offer so go away. You would have never beaten me so go heal up. Your wasting my time." Dice laid down closing his eyes.

"Shut your pie hole, Rakot." Nygozy snapped, "I appreciate you defending my honour and showing me how to give a screaming, dressing down of a person but right now I need time to deal with this and if you can't keep your mouth closed I will have Jezarine give you another nap."

She turned her attention to Dice and glared at him, a snarl upon her lips, "You shut the hell up, stop insulting anyone and listen to me. I have had it with this masculine posturing, nug shit attitude that has been going on since you took your ass to my tent. Damn straight you were wrong in how you treated my first, myself and others in this camp. It was your mighty, macho, self-appraisal and high handed, temperamental attitude that got people upset at you in the first place and you are damned lucky that you did not get you gutted and don't go off on any shitty ramble about how you beat anyone. You got lucky. That is all."

Nygozy turned and crossed her arms over her chest, "As for threats against the children, if I had been in here I would not have tolerated those kinds of threats and I would have killed anyone if they had tried it but people here know the rules, even our infamous berserker."

She looked at the shimmering forcefield, "Now, since this will not go down any time soon you might as well tell me what you wanted to see me about. No more insults, no more nug shit. I won't take that crap again. If Rakot opens his mouth, ignore him and do not speak back."

Rakot rose up from his bed.

"You misunderstand, Commander. I may have had a problem with that pile of nugshit carrying himself as he did, while not being up to grade. But don't think for one sodding second that I am your fucking dog! I am a killer, and a destroyer of things, not one of your friendly woodland critters! You do not own me! And you best remember that, I haven't ripped the poser's head off because I just can't bring myself to take him seriously as pathetic as he is. Your words on the other hand carry weight, so be mindful of there you place it.

And you once again deny me the kill, once again you try to use words then what you should be doing is either watching me cut off his head, or doing it yourself. And you threaten me with Jezarine's magic? Are you sodding shitting me?"

Dice roared slamming into the forcefield his eyes blazing as he glared at Rakot. "You are nothing but a Mongrel a dog a mutt sired by a filthy sow you have no honor nor pride you are the worst kind of person your mothers throat should have been slit the day she brought a abomination of filth into this world. You should have drowned in her blood as if a mongrel could beat a true Warrior you are nothing now leave this tent and I hope this world."

Dice looked at the Commander the fire burning deep within his dead eyes. "I came to pay my respects to the Commander she who killed the Arch demon and to report on the Deep roads. I found you by accident I was on the road to my families castle which is two days from here. The other part was when I heard the Commander of the Wardens was here. And since I been here I have received insult, ridicule, violence, I expected more. If Richard had told me this was what the Wardens were about I would have asked them to let the Ogre blood kill me."

He sighed laying back this was not how he planned his day he was two away from his sisters castle and this was where he ended up in a tent.

"Shut up, Dice!" She yelled in fury.

Nygozy rubbed the bridge of her nose and growled. Maybe she'd gotten too used to dealing with diplomats that she'd forgotten how to deal with the common merc, even though she'd never gotten on well enough with them to talk to them that often anyway. Just snarls and snaps.

Her eyes moved to gaze at Rakot as she considered his words, "Rakot, you eat woodland creatures for breakfast or likely try to use them as ass wipe. Don't give yourself the benefit of believing that I think you are all snuggly wuggly nice because I know what the fuck you are. There is a reason you are to be one of Drake's partners and that is because you enjoy your blood baths but we are not the same and you sodding well know it." Even though her words were controlled, for a moment her eyes darkened but she pulled back the rage that she kept safely holed up behind words and diplomacy to keep herself from being just as roughshod as the berserker, trying not to let that part of herself out.

"Why don't you get your ass out of here and go with Drake? It looks like Jezarine is done. You can kill baby bunnies to make yourself happy." The commander spoke quieter, still fighting with herself as she turned away from Rakot to look at the tent wall while going back to rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Rakot gave Dice a dismissive glare and spoke calmly.

"You're about as much of a warrior as a nug is a bronto. You exist because I tolerate you, I tolerate you because I respect the Commander, respect which is starting to fade away. Shut the hell up, then grown ups are talking."

Rakot turned to face Nygozy.

"Oh, so you can have your time chatting with this disgusting thing? Having spent some time around you, if I haven't seen you slay the archdemon with my own eyes, I would believe that the Dragon committed suicide cause he couldn't bare any more of your friendly banter. I'll leave, and I'll kill, because thats what a warrior does. I'll leave you with yet another child you choose to take care of, might want to change his diapers, he most likely soiled them by now."

A smirk appeared on Rakot's face as he walked out of the tent.

Dice laughed and decided the man was just too full of himself and laid back letting Nygozy handle the windbag. He sighed staring at the tent ceiling his fingers tapping on the bed and wished the Force field would go down then that maggot Berserker would have nothing between him and Dice.

The smirk was what undid her. He was looking to push her to her limits and knew that would either throw her past it or not. She wasn't about to let him play her like a weak hound who only controlled it's pack through worn out respect and her temper proved the matter as she moved, swift as any wild cat and went for his closest arm to grab it.

Her interest was to pull him back, move around and elbow him in the gut then punch him in the face. It was tricky to do but she had done that particular move many times. And he knew she might react so she threw her whole training into it.

Dice watched the pair and turned back tapping his foot. "Ok I get it can i leave now I have nothing else to say to anyone the Wardens will either fall or rise me however I think I can find better things to do."

Rakot took the full force of Nygozy's punch to the gut, which made him bend over slightly and right into her fist that came up from below. He took a step back then smiled, and wiped the blood from his nose.

"Ahahahaha! Now we're speaking my language! That was a mighty fine hit! RAAAAAAAARGH!"

The berserker roared and swung his massive fist towards the Commander's head, his movement sped up by the adrenaline poured into his veins by his rage.

As much as Kai wished to rush to Nygozy's aid he knew this was a fight she needed to do on her own. He had total faith in her abilities but he stood ready in the shadows, daggers in hand ready to strike if necessary. Violence seemed to be the only language these thick headed humans understood.

Wolfram came back around and stood next to Dice. "Feel free to leave the Wardens. It's obvious you won't fall in line with us. If you leave this camp to do your own things, don't consider yourself a Warden, and don't refer to yourself as such. And never forget, even if you leave the Wardens, you can't escape the Calling."

Ostef opened the flap of the tent and stuck his head inside.

"Hey, Rakot, you done yet? Not that I don't enjoy my free time, but if I'm gonna train with a spear I need a sparring partner. I tried asking your horse, but he just took a dump all over my boots instead.....and....yeap....you're fighting the Warden Commander....yeap....this is definitely happening.....yeap....."

Nygozy ducked, a grin suddenly appearing on her face as she started to let her more violent nature out as she avoided the hit and went to hit him in the gut with her fist this time and wound up for a second hit with her other hand. This was likely to get all bruise worthy in no time.

Jezarine moved back and forth in worry as she looked to the others for support, not knowing what to do now.

Rakot took the punches and swung both his fists downwards, attempting to land a powerful strike on top of Nygozy's head.

She got some skill that one, but I am much bigger, and muscle mass is worth a lot in a fist fight.

The fists coming down hit the side of Nygozy's head then just touched her shoulder as she slipped to the side and chuckled, her eyes glowing with the thrill of the fight. The hit had swirled her around but she was able to get back into a crouch pointed towards him for another go at it. Rakot was big, much bigger than she was but she was also very fast and nimble and did not mind the time it took to work out. They had wanted to spar so this was it. They would spar.

A moment of calculation went through her head, adjusting how far down his body had moved so that she could go for another punch to the face. This time she would put more force into the hit.