M:   Back outside with the skaters, there were other couples that were having a good time together. Neflen and Uskaine thought it would be cute to set up a romantic atmosphere, especially since BE and FE were skating with each other and they wanted to help out those two.

They started hanging up pink-tinted lights and Neflen was playing soft and slow music, Uskaine even got the fish under the ice to glow brightly under the feet of the skaters. 

Sure enough, many of the romanticly involved started to try dancing while skating, such as Mandoria and Rowen, surprisingly, Esha was also skating together with Ivor, though no one could tell if it was friendly or romanticly.

N:   BE looked around at the scenery, knowing what the Eternals were doing, but he couldn't help but smile. That was before he almost slipped and fell into the hard icy surface.

"Just hold onto me, Ma Cherie," FE spoke as she held his hands to keep him steady, "I thought you said that you learned how to skate well." 

"It's been a while," the Brit muttered, "I only got away with it since I've been busy, otherwise Dad would have been training me all winter. I mean look at him," to which the Frenchwoman sees the Scot practically figure skating, "I wouldn't stand a chance." 

Meanwhile, further away, Johann and Gwyn were trying to stabilize each other, and kept on failing and falling. However, the pair always laughed and tried their best to stay on their feet, holding hands while they did.

M:   Neflen and Uskaine high-fived each other, glad that their plan had worked, the latter was only regretful that Askad wasn't out there, he had been sleeping in the infirmary ever since Prussia attacked, he assumed that his mate had been forced into hibernation. 

Nonetheless, the two were content to just watch, although Neflen suggested that the centaur go check on his children to make sure they didn't freeze to death, and so he did. 

N:   Hiding behind the fort he helped make, Heinrich clutched a snowball in his hand, packing it tight as he tried to hear the sound of Derogan's approaching footfalls. 

"We got to time this perfectly, Sofia," the Saxon whispered as he gave her more 'ammo', "Wolfgang and Erna went to be all 'lovey-dovey' so now it's just us." 

Heinz suddenly went silent when he heard the crunch of snow approaching behind their wall, so the Saxon silently counted down from three. The moment he reached zero, they sprung out from their fort and immediately threw at the approaching person. 

M:   There was a short yelp of surprise and a thud as the winged country fell down, his red feathers covering up his face from his failed attempt at protecting himself from the projectiles. The Mandorian didn't move very much after he was struck, only a quiet groan indicating that he was semi-conscious. 

Sofia noticed then that something was different, the country before them didn't smell like Derogan, and his wings didn't have the stars on them. She climbed out from behind the fort to get a closer look, pulling on the wing to see his face. She forgot that the two Mandorian brothers have the same flag, but she was pretty sure that Derogan didn't have bandages around his head, which started turning red from the impact. 

"Heinz, we didn't hit Derogan, we hit the other one," she called over, then she picked up the half-busted snowball, "you made the snow too hard, I think it hurt him badly!"

N:   "Scheisse," Heinrich swore as he leaped over the fort wall, running to his side, "well this isn't good; we need to get you back to the infirmary, Mandara." 

Looking around, the Saxon frowned as he wondered out loud. "Where is Derogan? It would if he showed up to help right now."

M:   Mandara only groaned in response, he wouldn't even open his eyes, Sofia tried to wake him up but it was no use. Uskaine came up then and at first he was going to congratulate his children on defeating Derogan, but became concerned when the brother they were kneeling over didn't have stars on his wings. 

"What happened, did you guys accidentally hit Mandara," he asked, "Mandara, are you ok, buddy?"

 Mandara once again groaned, and when Sofia explained what happened the centaur became really worried and picked up the young country. 

"You two go find Mandara's family, tell them that he's hurt and to meet us at the infirmary," Uskaine told them, "and after that, we'll have a talk about throwing snowballs at people's faces."

N:   "Yeah you should tell that to Derogan too," Heinrich muttered as he walked over to the Mandorians, "come on, Sofia." 

M:   Uskaine rushed to the compound and into the infirmary, he was surprised by the cheerful atmosphere of Prudoria's party, but he dismissed it and asked a doctor to help Mandara. 

"What happened," Prudoria asked, "is Mandara ok?" 

"I don't know, he accidentally got hit in the face by a snowball and now he's out of it," Uskaine said, "I think he must have gotten a previous injury considered he's already got bandages on his head, and the impact from the snowball was worse than it should have been."

N:   "Why does he have bandages in the first place," Saxon questioned since he was nearby, then he carefully lifted Mandara's hands, "and why are his hands bandaged too? What did he do today?" 

"Wilfred did mention how Mandara was to work for Ms Lloyd," Anglo pointed out, "and if you said that the bandages were there before he got hit, something probably happened at work."

 "Well, who knows someone who knows what happened to Mandara?"

M:   "Heinz mentioned something about visiting the antique shop with his friends and Deutsche and A-H," Uskaine said, "he didn't tell me any details, only that Ms. Lloyd was terrible with her employees. I sent Heinz and Sofia to gather the Mandorian family, we can ask him when they all get here."

They waited until everyone arrived, and thankfully Wolfgang and Erna had come as well, so while the family made sure their son and brother were okay, Uskaine pulled the Saxons aside to explain what happened to Mandara.

N:   "Did you just say that Mandara was bleeding," Erna asked, confused by it, "but that doesn't make sense. There's no way Heinz threw a snowball that hard." 

"That's what I'm saying," Heinrich added, "if anything, he might get a bruise, but that's it." 

"You made a packed ball of snow," Wolfgang raised a brow, "that's got to hurt," to which the younger Saxon just huffed in indignation. "The reason why Mandara had the bandages on his head was because Adeyrn had slapped him so he had it covered up," he explained to Uskaine, "but we don't know what could be the cause for the bleeding."

M:   "There is no way that a mere slap caused this," the doctor said, unwrapping the bandages from around Mandara's forehead, "we take care of the likes of Scotland and England, and Saxon every once in a while, this boy got hit in the head with a bottle." 

"WHAT," Derogan shouted, ignoring his parents telling him to keep it down, "what do you mean my brother got hit with a bottle!" 

"I mean exactly what I said, someone took a bottle and smashed it over the young prince's head," the nurse spoke calmly, "we won't be able to tell if it was an alcoholic bottle, but I wouldn't put it out of the equation." 

"Will he be ok," Mandoria asked.

"I believe so, he most likely just has a concussion," she answered, "he'll need some stitches and should be monitored closely, but otherwise should wake up ok."

N:   Johann frowned, his hands gripped to the bed frame, "there's no way Adeyrn could get away with this," he grumbled. 

"Ja, she can," Anglo sighed, "bring her employee, there isn't a law that protects an employee's rights and she can do whatever she wants except murder." 

After a small 'I told you' from Wolfgang, the Englishman added, "However, since Mandara is no longer her employee, and if it was her who hurt him, you can press charges against her on the account of assault. That is a lot of maybes and after all, it is Mandara's word against her's so I don't know how successful you could be."

M:   Derogan, although sharing Johann's anger, sighed and shook his head, "Our brother is too sweet and kind for his own good, he wouldn't agree to press charges."

 "Honestly, what is pressing charges going to do anyway, it's not gonna make Adeyrn stop if she's been abusive her whole life," Rowen asked, "she'd go to jail sure, but it's not like she's going to stay there, all this would teach her is to make sure her employees don't rat her out." 

"How about we forget about this for the moment and focus on Mandara," Mandoria decided, "his wellbeing is more important to me than that woman, maybe we can have Wil talk to BE about implementing new laws about the workplace, but I want to make sure my son is ok." 

Derogan and Prudoria nodded in agreement, then the former walked over to Heinrich and punched him in the arm, "That's for hitting my brother in the face," then smirked, "Next time you should be aiming lower, his voice turns into a girl's if you aim in the right spot."

N:   "Seriously," Heinrich winced from the punch, but then he smirked and nodded, "Thanks for the tip." 

While everything was happening, Johann just stared at Mandara before standing up straight. "Let me go find Wilfred and see what he can do," the Mandorian spoke as he snapped his fingers, pointing at the door, "it won't be that long." 

As the Mandorian walked away, the three Saxons watched him before sighing. "Does he still snap his fingers when goes to do something he shouldn't do," Erna shook her head, "it's like he never grew up. Schwartz?" 

"Rediverting anger? On it," Wolfgang nodded as he jogged out of the infirmary to catch up with Johann.

M:   "Actually, I haven't noticed finger-snaping before," Rowen stated, "although he did use to do that whenever Titan was misbehaving."

While they talked about that, Derogan and Prudoria exchanged glances and followed after Wolfgang.

"Johann, what are you doing," the former called to him when they caught up, "if you're going to do something stupid then tell us so it can at least be a smart stupid."

N:   "I don't know," Johann shrugged as he kept on walking, "I've been thinking; burning down Adeyrn sounds good." 

"That's arson," Wolfgang frowned, and when he saw that the Mandorian was going to keep on walking, he ran ahead and blocked his path, "I'm not letting you do something that you're going to regret later on." 

"I'm not going to regret it, and besides," Jo spoke as he eyed the Saxon, "if no one sees me do it, I'll be fine, so let me through." 

Wolfgang shook his head, and when he saw that the Saxon wouldn't budge, the Mandorian tried to barge through, although he was quickly on the floor, doubled over from a punch in the gut.

 "Jo, I was a knight; you didn't have a chance in the world to pass me," Wolfgang sighed as he crouched down to the other's level, "and you're not going to hurt Adeyrn." 

"But she hurt my girlfriend and my brother, Wolfe," Johann growled, his face hidden away, facing the floor, "she needs to go rot in hell." 

"You need to find a healthy outlet for your anger, one that doesn't involve harm. I've been using Royal's training room as my place to let out steam, and I think you should go there too."Johann was silent for a while, and afterward, he finally showed his face, his expression stone cold. "Why do you even need one," he asked, "you seem fine." 

"Do you know how annoying you are," the other replied, trying to lighten up the mood, but then he became serious, "But also because there's a lot of underlying issues, and they all stem from Prussia. Adeyrn is just the tip of the iceberg, isn't it?" 

Johann just looked away as he sat back and leaned against the wall, resting his arms on his legs as he refused to make eye contact with anyone. Wolfgang just turned to Derogan and Prudoria, pleading for their help.

M:   Derogan shrugged, he and Mandara were rather clueless about what happened to their family under Prussia's hold, no one wanted to talk about it and they didn't want to ask, so didn't really know how to help. 

Prudoria on the other hand, sat down beside Johann and hugged him, wrapping his wings around his brother in comfort. 

"You're scared, aren't you Johann," he stated, "you're scared that your family is being hurt again, and you want to protect them, don't you? Well, you can't protect anyone if you do something that gets you taken away, how will you protect them if you kill someone who isn't even worth the trouble?" 

"You gotta pick your battles, buddy," Derogan added, kneeling in front of the two, "life is full of assholes, and there are going to be plenty of times where we get hurt, you got to learn to decide when to kick someone in the face, and when to let someone else do it for you. I was a police officer, I know how it is to want to put every crook behind bars, but sometimes you just can't do it, because it will do more harm than good, you understand?"

N:   Johann just looked at them, his expression blank until he turned to Wolfgang, "Take me to your rage room."

Wolfgang sighed, "At least you accepted the offer," and helped the Mandorian up before leading them, "I don't know what Royal will think about all of us using her room, but hopefully she understands." 

When they had finally reached the training room, it was clear that it had recently been used, dummies' heads scattered everywhere. Wolfgang didn't let this bother him as he walked over to one of the few non-decapitated dummies and brought it over to Johann. 

"I don't know how you are with swords so let's do simple punches," the Saxon spoke as he stood behind the dummy, "just let all your anger out, ok?" 

Johann just gave the dummy a once over, imagining a face, before punching it square in the throat. Wolfgang was a bit surprised by the punch but pushed forward, encouraging his friend to let it all out. 

However, it seemed like Johann had bottled up a lot, his punches becoming more vicious and he even got some kicks in too, Wolfe gave up holding the dummy and let the Mandorian have free reign, knocking the dummy down and stomping his torso. 

"Warum stirbst Du dann nicht einfach?! (why don't you just fucking die already)," was all he kept on yelling at the dummy. 

"So, who can handle Jo when he crashes after this," Wolfgang whispered, keeping a watchful eye on his friend.

M:   "Not it," Prudoria and Derogan said in unison, surprising each other, then the latter continued, "We'll worry about that later, I've got an idea." 

Derogan went about setting up a makeshift wrestling ring while Johann was occupying himself, tying rope up to four dummies and setting a few mats out in the middle. He took off his fancy royal outfit and just wore a simple shirt, he then wrapped up his hands and tossed the bandage roll at Johann's back to get his attention. 

"I like your ferocity, Jo, but you're undisciplined," he said, stepping into the ring, "it's about time you learn to fight properly and not like a rabid raccoon. Come on in, let's take our fights to the next level, shall we."

N:   "Now this," Wolfgang smirked, "this I like." He watched as Johann picked the bandage roll up and flipped it in his hand before unwinding it and wrapping his hands. When he saw that the Mandorian was doing it wrong, he walked up to him and wrapped his hands for him. "Do it this way," the Saxon spoke when he was done, "and you won't hurt your hand as much." 

"That doesn't matter if I can't land a single punch on Derogan," Johann muttered as he walked past the Saxon and into the ring, his fists held up. He knew he was much weaker than Derogan, no doubt about it, so thought he might as well dodge as many attacks as possible. However, his mind wasn't in the right mindset to strategize so he was the first person to lunge forward.

M:   Because of his police training in Greece, Derogan quickly dodged and grabbed the back of Johann's shirt to keep him from falling. 

"Easy tiger, let's start off a little slower," he chuckled, bringing Johann back to a stand-up, "I get you're a little tense, it's good to let your anger fuel your fighting, but there is a difference between fueling and controlling, let's take a few deep breaths, then we can start." 

After they took a few minutes to calm Johann down enough for him to have a clearer mind, Derogan instructed Johann to simply punch him. 

"Come on, you can hit me, don't be shy," he said, arms wide open, "hit me with your best shot."

N:  Johann raised a brow, confused about Derogan's confidence, but went for the punch anyway, and in a couple of seconds was on the floor with his brother on his back. 

"What the," he yelled, trying to process what happened and free himself at the same time, "since when you can do that?" 

Wolfgang chuckled as he sat back and watched, a smile on his face as the wrestling reminded him of funny memories from back when he was a Prussian knight.

M:   "I told you I was in the Greek police force, we don't stand around all day and blow bubbles with our spit like the British do," Derogan joked, earning a burst of laughter from Prudoria, "the criminals actually fight back there, so we got to be ready to defend ourselves."

 The country stood off his brother and helped him up, patting his back with no hard feelings, "alright, now that you got a feeling of what you're up against, we'll take this step by step and make our way up to a fair fight. Don't look at me as your brother, I am your teacher for the next hour or so, are you ready?"

N:   "Ja, Lehrer (teacher)," Johann nodded reluctantly, getting into a fighting stance before being immediately corrected on how to stand. 

For an hour the two went back and forth, with Johann instinctively kicking Derogan a couple of times whenever he felt that he was trapped. Eventually, the older brother was able to teach the younger some of the basics offensive and defensive tactics. 

Wolfgang called them both out to take a quick break, bringing each of them water. "So, Jo," he turned to the Mandorian, "how are you feeling now?" 

Johann didn't bother answering, silently drinking before lying down on the ground to take a breather. The Saxon shrugged as he glanced at the ring, "You know what, Derogan, you look like a pretty good fighter. Would you mind if you would fight me? It would be the first time I would verse a country and it would be nice to get a couple of pointers." 

M:   Derogan raised a brow at the proposal, eyeing Wolfgang up and down to get a feel of his potential, "Well, I don't know how much I need to teach you, you certainly got more experience than me, and my training is in self-defense of common street thieves petty crooks, definitely not military standard." 

He took another sip of his water and tossed it over to where his jacket was, "ah what the heck, how could I turn down a good tussle, this should be fun."

N:   "Nein, this isn't going to be 'fun'," Wolfgang chuckled as he rolled up his sleeves, "this is going to be serious." After wrapping his hands with bandages, the pair stepped into the ring and before they stared, the Saxon held his hand out.

 "I prefer to honor the opponent I'm facing," the Saxon spoke, "so, let the best man win."

M:   Derogan narrowed his eyes in suspicion, he was fairly certain that Wolfgang was going to trick him with the handshake, but he played along and took his hand. The moment he felt Wolfe's hand tighten his grip he punched him in the stomach, then used the Saxon doubling over to whack his head into his knee and push him against the ropes.

"Johann's told us all about you, Wolf, you have no honor," Derogan scoffed, "neither do any of the crooks I've arrested, you'd have to be Johann to fall for that."

N:   "Sure, but there's something that differs between a common criminal and myself," Wolfgang wheezed, and when he was sure that Derogan was close enough, he threw his head back, smacking it right in the middle of the Mandorian's head, dazing him. 

With his hands still behind his back, he gripped the Mandorian's arms and spun around, throwing him to the ground. Not even letting the other have a moment to breathe, the Saxon wrapped his legs around the other's torso and his arms around his neck. 

"A criminal fights because they know they'll go to jail; I fight for my life and desertion isn't an option," the Saxon explained as he tightened his grip around Derogan's throat, not enough to hurt him too much but enough to show who's in control.

"I do honor my opponent, but it depends on the person" he spoke, holding the other still and withstanding his punches and kicks, "and right now, I'll give you the honor to yield peacefully."

M:   Derogan continued to struggle, mostly so he could figure out a plan of action. When he realized that his arms and legs were neglectfully left unrestrained, giving him plenty of options to escape. He flapped his wings back and smacked Wolfgang on both sides of his head, causing the Saxon to loosen his grip just enough for the country to yank his arms apart, jump up to his feet, and then slam down back first on top of his opponent. 

He rolled off once Wolfe let go with his legs, using the ropes to climb back into a standing position. 

"Rookie mistake, never under any circumstances leave your opponent's limbs unrestricted," he stated, "weapons won't kill you, it's the hands that you got to watch out for. Clearly, C.Q.C was not a very important lesson in German warfare."

N:   "C.Q.C," Wolfgang questioned before rolling over to the side, avoiding an attack, "anyway, thanks for the tip." 

Getting up onto his feet, he seemed to set his eyes on Derogan, less as someone in a friendly match but more as a fellow knight in Prussia. Taking in a deep breath, he clenched his fists and raised them up, "also, your fancy name isn't exactly the most important thing in German warfare and you know it."

M:   "It very much is, in any country's warfare," Derogan corrected him, "C.Q.C stands for Close-Quarter Combat, because what do you plan to do if you need to go hands-on with an opponent, when the bullets are spent and the cannonballs run out." 

He lunged forward quickly to force Wolfgang to dodge, he kept going and pushed off the ropes to surprise attack him from behind, wrapping his arms around Wolfie and kicking the back of his knees to force him down. Once his opponent was on the floor he grabbed a pair of handcuffs that he always had on him and restrained the other's hands behind his back, then sat on his legs to keep them still. 

"Another lesson; be aware of your surroundings, your opponent can and will use the environment to their advantage," Derogan said, patting Wolfe's back, "shall we do best out of three?"

N:   "You sound just like my Second Lieutenant," Wolfgang grumbled as he waited for Derogan to uncuff him, rubbing his wrists, "and I already knew that lesson, Derogan. I didn't spend my whole life in Prussia's army just to be schooled again."

"So," Johann piped up, leaning against one of the corners, "best of three?" 

Wolfe sighed, looking at the country in front of him, "Sure, if you want. That last round can count as a win to you."

 "Alright then, get into your corners, and the person who cannot get up after five seconds loses the round."

M:   "May the best fighter win," Derogan smirked, backing into his corner. 

To ensure that it would be a fair start, Prudoria used the pommel of a dagger and hit a shield with it like a bell, and then the contestants were off and fighting. 

Since the boys were so focused on their fighting, they didn't notice that Royal had heard them using her room and was watching them from the doorway, along with Rowen, Saxon, and even BE was there.

N:   "Stupid Second Lieutenant," Wolfgang grumbled as he let Derogan make the first move, his mind strategizing and anticipating the Mandorian's moves. The Saxon was used to keeping a level head in fights, so he didn't let any hits slow him down, working both offensively and defensively seamlessly. 

While the fight was happening, Royal smirked as she glanced at the gentlemen beside her. "So, any bets," Royal she asked, "Derogan or Wolfgang?" 

"I don't know how reliable it is to bet on Wolfe so my bets on Derogan," BE replied, "Five Guineas on Derogan." 

"Well get ready to lose your money," Saxon scoffed, "my bet's on Wolfgang."

M:   "I'll sit this one out, Derogan is my son so it would be unfair to place bets, it would be biased," Rowen stated, "I will say that he has learned so much since I saw him last, he's already won in my eyes." 

Derogan was doing well, his fighting style was much different than Wolfgang's, while the Saxon's was straightforward and calculated, Derogan was trained to fight on a whim, reacting in the moment and not sticking to a set style, perfect for keeping an opponent on their toes. Derogan was especially fond of taunting Wolfe, not verbally, but using moves that were unexpected and that would throw off his rhythm, an angry opponent is an easy one.

It was anyone's game, Wolfe with his level head and prediction, and Derogan with his unpredictability and tilting, no one could tell who was going to win. 

The young country blocked another series of blows and played with Wolfgang's footwork, trying to trip him up a bit. He succeded in knocking his opponent to the ground and attempting to put him into an arm bar hold, though he wasn't being very careful about keeping his wings out of reach.

N:   While he was trying to resist the armbar hold, he could hear Johann counting up to five, so he knew he had to think fast. Glancing at Derogan's wings, he muttered a small apology before reaching the nearest one. 

Catching the Mandorian off guard, he was able to curl up and pull the other towards him, suddenly trapping his head between his legs. With him secured, he pulled on Derogan's wing and rolled, making sure that the Mandorian rolled into his wing at an awkward angle. 

Pretty sure that he heard something dislocate, the Saxon glanced at Johann, who was stunned by what he saw, and not in a good way. Wolfgang ignored him as he forced Derogan onto his back, his wings sticking out the same side. 

Placing a knee on the other's torso, he slowly applied pressure, knowing full well that he was straining his wing joint the wrong way. While Johann was counting, he would punch Derogan square in the jugular if he tried to move. 

"You won the round, Wolfe, now get off him," Johann yelled, so the Saxon complied, stepping off Derogan.

M:   When Derogan was released he rolled back onto his stomach, coughing from the repeated blows to his throat, it took him a good while to recover and stand up, he had to have Prudoria and Rowen help him stay steady on his feet. 

"I should have known you would go for the wing," Derogan stated, "but you didn't need to go so hard." 

"I think that's enough for today, let's get you to the infir-" Rowen started but was stopped by his son, who directed him and Prudoria to help him over to a wall. 

Although confused, the two did as told and walked him over to the nearest wall. He instructed them to hold his wing in a certain way, which they did, and without warning he slammed his shoulder blade into the wall as hard as he could, a sickening crack sounding as his wing popped back into place. 

Derogan screamed in pain but only for a second, then leaned down with his hands on his knees. "F-fuck," he panted, flapping his wing a bit to make sure it was in place, "god damnit, that never gets any easier." 

"What do you mean 'never gets easier', this has happened before," Rowen asked in worry. 

"Never underestimate the desperation of someone under arrest," the young country stated, "I guess I thought that Wolfe would be at least decent enough NOT to do it."

N:   Wolfgang only shrugged as he stepped out of the ring, "Here's a quick tip: the moment your opponent hits the floor, don't give them the opportunity to get back up. Of course, you couldn't exactly do that since you worked for the police, but when it came to my line of work, you couldn't afford any slip-ups." 

"Now that's enough now," Royal stepped in, "this had clearly gotten out of hand so let's press pause on this whole thing." 

"Fine by me," the Saxon nodded.

M:   "'Press pause', I can do this all day," Derogan laughed, "clearly this has gone from having fun to serious fighting, why stop a good thing?" 

"Derogan, I think you should listen to Royal," Prudoria tried to say, "what if he breaks your wing next time." 

"Let him try," the older brother scoffed, squaring up to Wolfgang, "How about it, Commander Hot-Shot, ready for a tie-breaker, I'm not going to go easy on you this time around."

N:   Wolfgang just looked at him, not bothering to square him up, and sighed, "Johann wasn't kidding about your hot-headedness. Even if I'm your so-called 'Commander Hot-Shot', you're nothing more than a common soldier with hopes reaching the stars and as solid as smoke." 

Having his back turned, he walked back into the ring, although he was hyper-aware if he was going to be attacked. "Come in, Derogan, and fight, or are you really a child who just reduces his attacks to meaningless insults?"

M:   "Let's be honest, adults insult each other much more than children do," Derogan chuckled stepping into the ring as well, "and so maybe I am hot-headed, at least now I'm smart about it. Besides, why reach for the stars when the stars decorate your body." 

With the shit-talking concluded, the two resumed a fighting position and waited for the cue from Prudoria. He was very hesitant since he didn't want his brother to get hurt, but since no one was getting through the two thick-headed fighters, he begrudgingly hit the shield and initiated the match. 

Derogan wasn't kidding when he said he was going easy on Wolfgang before, this time he didn't even let the Saxon throw any punches, he was constantly battering him and keeping him on defense, this time making sure that his wings were well tucked away and out of reach.

N:   Wolfgang just held his arms up, protecting his head as he kept his footwork steady. Although he knew he had enough stamina to keep this going, he decided that it was time to bring this to an end. 

Just before Derogan pulled back for a punch, he seemingly reached out for the Mandorian's wings, which unsurprisingly meant that the other blocked the attack, holding onto his arm. The Saxon took it as his opportunity to grab his other arm and pull him into a head butt. 

He still had the problem of his captured arm, so he grabbed the country by the waist and threw him to the ground, and the moment he landed, he made sure to stomp on his hands. 

"Wolfe, stop," Johann called out, but the Saxon was laser-focused on the Mandorian as he took a couple of steps away, letting him get up on his own. 

"I'm going easy on you, Derogan," the Saxon spoke, "if you want to back down now, then we can end this on a draw. This is your last chance."

M:   Derogan was really wearing himself down, everyone could see that, he was panting heavily and his body was shaking, yes he was a countryhuman and they were physically stronger than humans, but that's not quite true of younger countries. Of course, Derogan being Derogan, shakily stood and put his fist up again. 

"I'll ... never ... give you ... the ... fucking ... satisfaction," he wheezed, his breath just as shaky as his body, "I ... can ... do ... this ... all ... day."

In truth, Derogan was just trying to prove himself to everyone, underneath that pride and hot-headedness was a lack of self-esteem and the feeling of worthlessness. He always felt that he was never good enough, that he needed to prove himself to people just to be noticed, and he was willing to die for that. 

Despite the pain and exhaustion, the young country still put up a fight, the power and ferocity were dwindling with his energy, but he was focusing every fiber in his body to fight, looking in from the outside, you could tell that he was pushing himself harder than he ever has before in his life.

N:   Wolfgang huffed as he shook his head, although he too was a little drained, he fared much better than Derogan. With dodging the Mandorian's attacks becoming easier by the minute, he admired how resilient the country was but knew he couldn't do it forever. 

Slowly wearing the other down, the Saxon gradually increased the strength behind his punches and kicks. If there was one thing on his side, it was stamina. 

After half an hour of going back and forth, Wolfe decided to put Derogan out of his misery. Letting his arms rest by his sides, he let Derogan slowly approach him towards the ropes, and when he was close enough, he let loose. 

Kicking him right in the balls, he slammed his head with his knee when the Mandorian doubled over, and kicked him right into the ground. Seeing his opponent on the floor, he walked up to him and muttered, "es tut mir leid," before jumping and landing his elbow on the other's torso.

M:   To say Derogan was utterly defeated was a severe understatement, he actually spat out blood when Wolfgang delivered the final blow, although that was from biting his tongue from the earlier hit to his head. The bystanders all had one of the three do no-evil positions, all worriedly watching as the Saxon got off of Derogan and let him lay motionlessly on the ground. 

Derogan stared up at Wolfie, pain and defeat were all you could see in his eyes, even his labored breathing was hard to watch. Slowly he rolled on his side, and surprising everyone, he shakily got back to his feet and leaned against the ropes. He stood there panting for a while, no one was sure what he was doing, then they all jumped when he roared, it was a for real lion roar that no one had ever heard before. 

"I will not fail my family again, German," he wheezed, though he still had determination in his voice, "I don't care how many times you knock me down, I will still get back up and fight to my last breath," he spat out the blood filling up his mouth, "I already let my father down, I let everyone down when I couldn't defend them, it won't happen again. If you don't like it then kill me."