Theraidaâ€™s shout of pain shot a cold shiver down her spine. He had seemed so strong and unbreakable but with an archer aiming more arrows at him she knew that she had to act. She moved swiftly to her right, keeping low to the ground, and on her way she picked up a dagger. The only way to kill an archer was through a ranged attack or to get close enough to hinder him from shooting an arrow. Just as she thought she could get close enough he turned swiftly and shot at her. Unlike Theraidaâ€™s attempt to wound her by throwing an arrow, this one shot by a bow held more power, moved more swiftly, and hit its mark. The arrow went straight through her thigh causing her to shot out in pain but she could not stop here. Her eyes now burned with anger and the need to protect her ally as he had done for her. She threw the dagger with precision having done so many times at home had her skills honed. Instead of aiming for the enemy though she aimed for the string on the bow which snapped and whipped back hitting the man across the face. He screamed in agony as skin was split along with his eye being permanently damaged.  As the slave clutched his eye Fay stood and advanced.<br/><br/>Even though she was limping the crowed screamed for her to finish him. He was on his knees by the time she reached him and the look of fear in his eyes made her sick, â€œMercy! Please! I beg of you!â€ The crowd began to chant loudly as her heart began to race, â€œKill him! Kill him! Kill him!â€ Her hand clutched the sickle and quickly slashed out severing the manâ€™s throat. The crowd went wild in its applause. Roark stood causing the crowd to quiet down and look to him. Fay went to Theraidaâ€™s side, â€œMan you really do bleed a lot.â€ She offered him her hand as Roark spoke, â€œAnother exciting match for our little team! Theraida the Bleeder survives once again and Smart Mouth Fay shows her true colors in the ring!â€ The crowd shouted their approval as Roark looked down at them, â€œI think they deserve some much needed R and R after such an eventful match. Take them to the Winnerâ€™s Circle and prepare for the next match!â€<br/><br/>Guards came around just like last time to cuff them and take away their weapons. Fay was none too happy when dealing with them. Instantly fire rose in her eyes along with the pure hatred she felt for them. She never liked to make it easy for them. She stomped rather hard with her good leg on one of the guards feet making him glare at her, â€œAwe come on did that really hurt that much? Big baby.â€  All she did was grin and the crowd was laughing, â€œAlways the little spit fire our Fay.â€ She could hear the annoyance in Roarkâ€™s voice but she did not care and she made sure to make herself dead weight for her guards to cart around. They took her and Theraida back to the winnerâ€™s circle where she assumed the healer was waiting. She immediately did not like him, â€œUm so Iâ€™m fine and all and do not need healing just throw me back into my room and Iâ€™ll be right as rain.â€ She said nervously not liking the look in the mansâ€™ eyes. Still the guards forced her to sit down on one cot and Theraidaâ€™s on the other. Two guards stood by her side and Theraidaâ€™s.