Between the Storms

Chapter Twenty-Three

23. Fight! Fight! FIght!

Two weeks later Magdelena was feeling much better, from her back being much better thanks to honey and Chris's care, whom she had grown rather close to, sharing stories of their youth while he cleaned and redressed her wounds. There was another fight today and Magdelena wasn't pleased with it, she honestly hated it, watching the men dying for nothing more than some sick bastards entertainment. 

She was sitting on the floor of the small area she had seen when she first entered the arena those four weeks ago. She was sitting watching the fight, she was growing bored an annoyed at the amount of death that was taking place, none of these men - some were even women - who were dying. 

The dead bodies were taken away cleared as best as they could, more people were brought out, fighters she had seen so many times before. Magdelena couldn't help as her eyes grew wide as the familiar face came through the gate, his dark hair was short, a bit longer than the last time she saw him. Her heart swelled at the sight of the fighter until she realized that it was him against the three dozen, and even a great swordmaster wouldn't survive against thirty-six against one.

Magdelena whirled on Mason with a questioning and horrified gaze, "One against thirty-six seems rather unfair," she says walking to the pole holding up the fabric ceiling, watching the man prepare for the fight against the many trained warriors who were waiting for blood, "Master?" 

Her calling him that made him perk up at the sound, "Yes my dear?" he asks sweetly making her want to gag but she hid it behind a smile. 

"Would you allow me to walk to the healers?" she asks making him look at her rather confused, she had gone the day before later at night, "So I don't have to leave you tonight. I mean unless you would prefer me to leave later tonight I can stay here."

"No I am glad you are beginning to understand," he says tugging her chain toward him as she moves to stand next to him, his hand cups her chin, "Do you need a guard or would you rather go by yourself?"

"You would allow me to go on my own?" she asks taken back as he pulls her onto his lap and removes the shackles she had worn since she had first arrived at his side. 

"I am giving you some trust, I expect you to return and not break the rules," he says, "Or these shackles are not going to be the only thing that will be put on you." While she was unsure what his threat meant but she could tell that he truly meant it, not that it would matter not with what she had planned. 

She tightened her stomach and leaned in to kiss the man's cheek but with a quick motion her lips were pressed against his she quickly pulls away disguising her disgust with shock. She says nothing as she stands from her seat on him and walks from the small stand, making her way through the rows until she was outside the arena.  

Once she was a safe distance away she changed from the dress she had been forced to wear, cleaning it only a few times a week. It was a similar fashion to the dress with one sleeve but it was short and tight going up to buckle around her neck and across her clavicle. The neckline was rather low with the black corset with gold stripes of fabric which was crossed with black stings to change the fitting. Her pants were just black and her boots which went up to her thigh in the same materials as the corset top. Her right glove was fingerless and went up to her elbow while the left one stopped midway to her elbow. A shimmering golden wrap connected to the buckle on her shirt, wrapping to become a hood, then flowing down across her chest and coming around her left arm falling down to the floor.

On each hip was a sword, twin blades she had summoned from the Death Realm, there were no guards stationed at the only other gate which lead to the arena. The one she had entered in when she arrived by wagon. She went through the gate not bothering to make to grand an entrance, she paused before the archway ended in the open arena looking at the situation.

Lancelot was fighting two while the others were closing in around him, ready to stab him in the back if he gets close enough. Seeing a man creeping through the crowd making his way closer to Lancelot she watched him pull a small dagger, sensing where he was going to be she pulled her own dagger out and with killer accuracy hit him right between the eyes. 

The crowd gasped as he fell looking around the crowd tried to find the unknown killer, so Magdelena strutted into the arena, "Who do you think you are interfering in my entertainment!?" Mason yelled from his seat gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

Magdelena pulled back her hood making Mason seeth in anger, "First rule of hand Mason," she hisses his name, "never trust someone who just turns submissive."

"Maggie?" Lancelot asks as she turns to him with a smile her face slightly tilted to the right, "What are you doing here?"

"I may have misread the situation your in, but you looked like you needed help," she says walking forward to get to Lancelot and pulling him into a tight embrace, one he returned gladly.

"Lily! I will forget this happened if you come back to my side now," Mason calls making her chuckle.

"The only reason I would return to your side!" she called out so the entire crowd could hear her, "Is so that I may kill you myself!" 

Mason's face contorts in pure anguish as he looks at her, "Kill them both!" the men around them turned to the two people now, their faces full of bloodlust making Magdelena smile the challenge clear in her eyes.

"Time to have some fun, Lancelot."