Baraxan was shocked as he heard the clang of metal and Snows growl he glanced over his shoulder to see the young man on the ground, eyes wide as he stared at Snow. The other two dropped their weapons backing away slowly wanting no more of the fight. “Kill him if he moves Snow.” He had known her long enough to know she wouldn't but the man didn't know and he saw him freeze in place. Baraxan walked over to the student whispering soft words his hands giving off a soft glow as the healing magic washed over the man.<br/><br/>The oracle had been sleeping she woke with a start yelling. “Oh no.” She rushed from her tent gathering few guards as she raced to the arena. When she got there the fight was over she could see Baraxan kneeling over someone healing him she breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at what looked to be a man laying still on the ground with Snow not far from him she was intent on the man.<br/><br/>The guards and oracle soon came near Baraxan he glanced at them as the man below him started coughing his eyes opening. The magic faded the man could recover on his own without his assistance now.<br/><br/>Baraxan stared at the man. “Why were the others attacking you.” He asked. The man still weak took a moment to respond. “They wanted you and knew they could get you distracted if they attacked one of us.” Baraxans eyes went narrow as he stared at the man Snow was guarding. The guards however walked to the man roughly lifting him to his feet and restraining him.<br/><br/>“What is going on here.” Came a booming voice it was the general and it seemed he had one of the head shamans with him as well. As they approached the shaman noticed the man that was bound. “Why is my son restrained?” He asked. One by one they told the parts of the story they witnessed even the oracle saying she saw the attack in her dream.<br/><br/>The shaman looked at his son no sorrow in his eyes just contempt. “Why?” He questioned his son. “Father you should bow to no one especially this second rate liar” the man's father smack him hard across the face. “It is our tradition to put ourselves below him however you do not even see he doesn't put himself above anyone. He treats everyone as equals and asks our opinions on matters where he could just do as he wished and not care.”<br/><br/>The old man looked to the general. “These are your grounds general what do you think he should be sentenced to.” The general shrugged. “For trying to kill a high standing member of a clan is treason. For trying to kill the seer that is the highest member of all clans i don't think we have a name for it, however the penalty would be the same since you can't do more than kill a man.” The general didn't wait for a response he simply pulled his sword and thrust it through the others chest.<br/><br/>Baraxan shook his head why did he have to be born into such a violent race. Exile would have meant death as well but at least then others would not have to watch. The other two men came back to the arena they had hid and they saw what happened. He thought to himself that it did show quite resolve and character to come back seeing as their friend lay dead. The men's heads were down Baraxan was fairly sure they had been forced to help.<br/><br/>Baraxan focused his attention on the man they used as bait he would recover but he still worried over it. He didn't care what happened to the others as forced or not they could have walked away at anytime. Baraxan carried the man over by the tent where the ceremony would begin and sat with him waiting. The rest of the day passed with nothing really going on the ceremony itself turned into a drunken brawl which it always did. The nights were getting colder as he saw more people wearing thick furs as they walked around. Retiring to his tent he laid down on his cot and motioned Snow to join him if she wanted.