The matron was in the corner when Astrid pushed inside. Her arms were raised to attack but she was no fighter. Letting out a terrible yell she went for the death stroke, aiming right at Astrid’s head. She was not going to allow this woman to take her home, she couldn’t. Her daughter was fighting nearby she knew and she had to get to her before it was too late.<br/><br/>Svala glared up at Inge as the knife was moved away from her throat. So she wants to be the one to finish me. I can only hope I will be the one to finish her. She thought as she rolled away from the falling mace her hands free of a sword. The girl who’d bashed her head had taken it. She was fighting without it and that was fine but she would need one soon if she were to kill this girl.<br/><br/>Springing to her feet like a cat she watched her opponent silently. Her eyes scanning, assessing and processing everything that happened around her. This was going to be a one on one she knew, the other girls would not intervene. From the command this girl held she must be the matron’s daughter, or at least someone of high command. There’d been stories of Inge she had to push out of her mind if she were going to get out of this alive.<br/><br/>When the girl attacked she dodged out of the way while providing a few short quick punches where she could before pulling away again. She knew if she tackled the girl it would end badly but the blood lust inside of her was starting to rise and take over. It wanted to feel the blood drip from the other’s body. To win she might have to fight a bit dirty.