Ruinil had made her way through the halls and, yet again, found herself at the courtyard. However, this time was different. This time she found the captive squaring off against Marco. She was about to intervene and bring this prisoner back to her cell, when she heard the commotion in the Grand Hall. She hesitated for a moment, not trusting Marco for his treachery earlier, but decided to check out the Grand Hall first.

Upon entering the Grand Hall, Ruinil found an.... Interesting sight. It was Karl. And it seemed he was trying to provoke a fight. Ruinil sighed and pushed her way through the crowd, then finally managed to get into the circle, where Karl stood. Ruinil sighed. "Karl what in the 13 hells are you doing?" She called touching his shoulder, a move she would soon regret. 

With her guard lowered, Karl grabbed her arm and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her back against the ground and knocking the wind out of her. The crowd cheered. Ruinil staggered to her feet, struggling to breath. She coughed furiously as she glared at Karl. 

She had noticed his aggressive behavior since the night of the nightmares, however, she had finally lost patience. Drunk or not, Karl was going to learn his place. "Oh so that's the kind of game you wish to play? Very well. However... Don't blame me if you loose a few teeth or break an arm or 2!" She yelled, still coughing heavily. Breathing has been a problem for Ruinil since the day she had melded with Bartuc, however, this was a matter of pride and keeping this drunk soldier from getting too confident.

"Let's go! I'll let you have the first swing!" She yelled.