Teraida was back peddling to her as well, remembering he had an ally. When he heard trade you, He turned quickly and threw his mace as hard as he could, hitting the guard right in the face, breaking the bridge of his nose. He smirked some, only to feel the tug of the chain. He turned his back, seeing his ally on the ground, the other slave was ready to snap her neck. He moved to help, only to feel another slave coming and at him with a dagger. He turned just in time to catch his arm, break it and disarm him. Once he had the dagger, he laid it across his throat, sliced it clean, then threw him onto the ground dagger in hand. He turned and chucked the dagger quickly, just as his ally began to lose consciousness. The dagger soared and hit the slave in the back of the neck, killing him instantly. He ran over and pulled the body off of her, offering his hand. Once she grabbed hold, He would hoist her to her feet.<br/><br/>He met eyes with her, looking down to the sword as he picked up the axe from the guard who he knocked out. The crowd was going wild as he bent down and savagely slammed the axe into the unconscious slaves neck, Cleaving his head clean off. He was much different from yesterday. Not only was he near his peak, but his fire was stronger. Blood covered him, dripping from his hair and arms. He looked up to see 5 guys left. Two of them guards. He held the axe in his hand, But picked up the claymore and waited quietly for on to charge him. The crowd was screaming for the Teraida and his ally. The guard that got his nose busted stood to his feet and stared angrily. He pointed his sword at them, Teraida stepping in front of his ally, showing he would die for her. Whether she would do the same didn't concern him. He still carried his honor, and the crowd screamed higher, the anticipation alone was tangible.