As soon as he had learned of dark events were about to occur, Chey had ran with all his might. He arrived in time to see a slave girl struck to the ground near two female warriors. He rushed into the frey. "Fool!" He bellowed angrily. "Have you no honor? No thought of what you have brought down upon us?" "I get the job done for Lord Gavik." The warrior grinned with pride. "If you have no stomach for the glory of battle, then perhaps you should go to Joman and beg for his mercy." They moved from the two fallen warriors and knelt by the side of the slave. "At least this one lives." He shook his head slowly and then glared at the warrior standing above him. "A house battle over a disagreement means no disruptors! It is a fight of traditional honor." He pointed back to the dead warriors. "You have broken that law. We will never have honor restored now." "Lord Gavik will have his revenge." "Revenge?" They drew a deep breath. "And at the price of our lives and honor. Lord Joman will now enact the blood hunt rights. You have broken sacred traditions and laws." He shook his head again. "We are dead men."