Haunted Wood And my diamonds sold

It was just a spar. She demanded it as such too. The way things were turning out it was as if she feared for her life, that a spar would end in tragedy rather than them both learning a little more when it comes to battling. Something was wrong. She snapped and flailed about mindlessly like a fish out of water, the calculative woman he thought she was seemed to be lost in a flurry.

And unfortunately for her.

Vengeance was not the type to take pity or so much as care for one's sanity. She aimed for his jugular in the thrashing, and with a growl, he retaliated. Roughly grabbing the Lieutenant by the scruff and began to drag her to the one place he knew of that would give her time to think - or perhaps drive herself crazy out of his way. 

With tugs and drags, he brought her to the pit where the prisoners once were. Here she would decide her own fate after he carelessly tosses her in. For a moment he stood at the edge, looking down for what would come. What had gotten into her?