"Camilla," he breathed, stopping midstroke when he heard the Baron's proclamation. It nearly lost him his head, and it did earn him another scar across his cheek when he ducked the Greatsword at the last moment. But the squawk from the Baron after his next declaration brought a grim smile to Cyrdic. He knew he could count on her. 

It was Hans turn to be surprised, shouting at the Baron and running to his aid. He caught the next swipe of Cyrdic's broadsword, but the big man's shoulder rush knocked him off of his feet. He hit the ground, and Cyrdic pommeled the Baron across the crown of his head, further staggering the man and sending him down onto the court floor. Cyrdic spun, and placed his broadsword's blade at the Greatsword's neck, holding it there. 

"I'm sorry," Cyrdic said to his old comrade. Hans breathed heavily, and nodded to his fellow soldier. "I yield if the Baron does." he said. 

"Neve-!" the Baron cried, until he felt a dagger to his throat from Camilla. Cyrdic spoke next. "Killing is not against the rules Baron. Would you rather your life, or your anger?" 

It took him a long moment, but in the end, the Baron signaled his yield. It was awkward for the Baron to get up, admitting no help from Camilla. Cyrdic gripped Han's shoulder and helped him to his feet. The two smiled and began to discuss battle banter at how one had nearly slain the other, and vice versa. In truth, Cyrdic had been on the defensive most of the fight. 

Hans followed the Baron away, and their retinue were dismissed, but allowed refuge in the city as they rested. The Graf stood up from his throne, and stepped down onto the court floor once more. Cyrdic staggered over to Camilla, dropping his sword and shield and checking to see if she was alright, freely bleeding from his cheek himself. 
[@Penny]