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The captain thrust his sword forward at Valen, and the two men exchanged blows, strike after strike. After what felt like an eternity of swords clanking together, Arnwen managed to pull himself to his feet. He pulled a dagger from his belt, hidden beneath his shirt, and as the captain backed closer to him, distracted by Valen, he plunged the dagger into the captain's back. With a scream, he fell to the floor. Arnwen came with another dagger, but the captain swept his feet out from under him. The elven man fell onto his back, and as he tried to get back up, the captain saw it: the movement beneath his shirt. His eyes went wide, but then rage flashed across his face. Before Arnwen or Valen could move further, he held his sword just above the pregnant man's belly. Arnwen gasped, as the captain worked his way back onto his feet, his sword still aimed at the unborn child. He sliced off Arnwen's shirt, and saw his moving belly in all it's glory, huge and squirming with new life.

"So that's what this is, eh? You two fuckin' knife-ears, makin' fuckin' babies? Well, I own you, Arnwen. So I own yer baby too." The captain sneered. To make his point, he made a small cut on Arnwen's belly, prompting a shout from him.