94 Vol 2. pt. 31 Patch 6.0: The Second Round (1/2)
When Fenrir makes it back to The Shoebill with Oleander and Bonekraka, he sees the rest of the crew standing together on the deck facing down somebody who looks to be one of Ull's men.
As much as Fenrir would love to take down one of Ull's men while they're separated away from the rest of his forces, he now has a plan to take care of Ull's crew during the tournament. He'll bite his tongue for now.
”Why are you here?” Fenrir asks, approaching the man.
”You're Fenrir, right?” the man asks. ”Captain of this ship?”
”That's me. By the way, how does my new gear look? I'm pretty lucky that I was able to find this in my size,” Fenrir asks, patting the leather armor and sword that he took from Ull's men whom ambushed him.
”My king wishes to have a meeting with you before the tournament. Come with me,” the man says, ignoring Fenrir's taunts and walking past him.
”Why should I?”
”You want to save that monster, don't you? He has a deal for you.”
Fenrir's canid ears twitch. He looks back at the others and says, ”I'll be back before the second round begins.”
”What if it's a trap?! Come on! You can't just trust him and go!” Cassiel shouts. Serra takes her side with a nod.
The man looks back at them and says, ”You are welcome to come along if you are worried.”
Serra and Cassiel walk up to Fenrir's sides. ”We're coming with you,” Cassiel says.
”What if it's a trap?” Fenrir asks them.
”Shut up, you bastard. If you're fine with walking into a potential trap by yourself, we're fine doing the same for ourselves.”
He wants to tell them to stay here, but when he looks at their expressions, he knows that wouldn't go over well. Plus, Cassiel has a point. It wouldn't be fair to them to disallow them from doing what he's going to do. ”Alright, let's hurry up.”
Rather than lead the trio to that mansion for important visitor's that Oleander told Fenrir Ull's harem was being kept at, presumably Nell as well, Ull's man leads Fenrir to that massive flagship of Ull's.
Some of Blackstache's men are posted on the pier it is docked to as guards. Fenrir doesn't know what Blackstache's intentions are, but he feels better knowing that the guards see Fenrir boarding this ship.
More importantly, if this was a trap, they'd likely be leading Fenrir below deck rather than to its highest deck where the ship's wheel and Ull's throne are at.
Fenrir balls his hands into fists as soon as he sees Nell chained to the deck next to where Ull is sitting. His ”throne” is more like some fancy, elaborate green and gold pillows that he's kneeling down on with his four cervine legs.
”Let us get to the point, Fenrir,” Ull says.
”Are you okay, Nell?” Fenrir asks her.
Nell opens her mouth to speak but gets it shut tightly by Ull's hand.
”Nehalennia is fine,” Ull answers.
”I asked her, not you.”
”And I brought you here to talk to me, not her. What is your point?”
Fenrir takes a single step forward, but the man who led him here draws his sword and holds it in front of Fenrir's path.
”You're a bastard,” Cassiel says.
”Our deer is better,” Serra adds on.
”Keep your pets checked unless you would rather I personally teach them how to behave,” Ull threatens.
Now it's Fenrir holding an arm out to prevent Cassiel from marching up to Ull.
”What did you want to talk about?” Fenrir asks.
”I have a deal for you, Fenrir. If you win this tournament, I will hand over Nehalennia. If you lose, then you will submit to me and become my pet,” Ull offers before looking past him at Serra and Cassiel. ”I will take everything that belongs to you as well. Your ship, your crew, the clothes off your back, and your two pets behind you. Nehalennia is worth more than all of you and everything you own combined, so this is an incredible deal to be offered. Plus, you seem smart and capable of pulling off what none others have. So—”
”No.”
”Let me finish, wolf.”
”There's no point. I said no.”
”Fen! We can beat this bastard, and we can't just let him talk to us like that! Let's take his deal and—” Cassiel gets interrupted.
”No. I'm not betting either of you to this asshole, I'm not betting The Shoebill, Rock, or anybody else. This is between me and him,” Fenrir explains.
”But we're fine with it,” Serra says.
”It doesn't matter. Even if I was one hundred percent sure that we could win the tournament and that neither of you would ever be at any risk, I wouldn't accept this bullshit of a deal.” He looks at Nell. ”Sorry, Nell, but I'm not going to bet the people I love.”