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Before Gregor's eyes the Contubernium melted against the pressure of his captors. Their skill was as amazing as their formations were strange. The did not fight in a strict formation as the Electorate fighters did, instead they fought as one except in a vauge pattern. Gregor could discern unity in the skull-clad men, though they fought as one their purpose was as a whole.

The numbers were now in the favour of Gregor's captors. In a moment they would double the Contubernium. Gregor awoke suddenly as if from a deep sleep and began to pull as hard as he could on the robe that bound his hands. Any hope he had of rescue was dieing before his eyes. He pulled his rope towards the tree fighting the weight of the horses who seemed to sense the same things Gregor did, and were calming down. Once again becoming mere witnesses to the slaughter.

Gregor was able to loop his part of the rope over a branch and began to saw with all his might. He glanced back at the battle. There were three of the Conturbernium left standing. They were trying to make their way back out of the fray but there was little hope to that. The skulled men had them surrounded fully now and were slowly closing in, not taking their time but using precision. One more of the Conturbernium fell. Gregor pulled at the rope as hard as hi could in frustration hoping to see signs of fraying. He was sweating and already feeling tired, the last week had been a lot for a man using to sitting behind a desk.

Now there was only one member of the Conturbernium left standing. Gregor watched the style of his captors change, the began to keep a wider berth from the lone man, who was now swinging his sword in desperately wide loops. He was screaming words that Gregor could not make out, eye wild with fear and rage. He spun around and around trying to keep a watch on his own back. The man was engaged for a moment with one of the skulled ones, fighting sword to sword. Then a man jumped from the crown, and tackled the lone swordsman to the ground. They fell in a heap and the sword flew from the hand of the last of the Conturbernium. Gregor's captors were no longer trying to kill the man, instead they were trying to capture him. Gregor stopped sawing at his bonds as he saw the tattooed man walking towards him with a smile, his skull mask in one hand an his sword in the other.