<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div>Breathing heavy and fast, Viktor looked up at Marcus as he recounted his version of what happened. "Louis. He... I left the carriage to see if I could help.. with the battle, you see and suddenly, we were surrounded by mist, and I knew right away that it was most out of the ordinary. Then there he was!  Louis... that wretch, backstabbing boy, for fear that I saw too much, came at me with sword and..." Viktor held his arm, squeezing it to help the blood flow a bit more. He groaned in pain. "Don't you see! He was helping the Falkovnians! There is no other explanation. They bribed him! That is why the boy was no where near the battle! While we were protecting the women and children, that bastard was scheming behind our backs! He was a spy!"<br/><br/>Calming down a bit, "He really left me no choice," Viktor said, lacing his words with regret. "So young, so naive. He's just there, beside the carriage." He motions toward the mist, which was dissipating.<br/><br/>Viktor stood up, making a good show of being in pain, and walked over to his carriage. He rapped on the door. "Ladies! And... gentlemen," he said as he opened the door. "It is quite safe now. Please, be at ease. Your champions have prevailed this day."