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The noise from the croas the loudest it had been “Weapons, weapons, weapons”

The fat

“Arold coins” The high-class man sat

The fat men left the square with a mixture of cheers, boos, and weapons chants

To and pretty, the other quite a lot older They fought over the older woht ended with the older sat on top of the younger, punching her in the face It was easy to see the young woht was called off, and she had to be carried away

“Not so pretty now, you stupid bitch,” Favian shouted

Mara felt sorry for the young girl but was happy Favian had loston her to win I hope you lose for the rest of your life

The woeas Arnolo

“A fine specimen of a man,” Favian said

“Ladies and gentleer, Ulfric Gorse”

Ulfric walked around the square holding up two clubs

The croent crazy again

The woman waited for the cheers and boos to stop completely “Please welcome, your Sevens Helm champion, Luuuandaaa”

Mara didn’t think a crowd could get as loud as it did when Luanda stepped onto the square She wore golden armour on her chest, shoulders, elboaist, knees, and shins What could be seen of her dark skin was all ers, and boots that had a spike on the toe and heel Spikes also came from her elbow and knee armour Her head was completely bald She didn’t look out at the crowd, only looked at Ulfric

“Fucking woman, her time is up,” Favian said