By this point Leo and the Soldier he had head butted were straight out fist-fighting around a circle of shouting, cheering and betting soldiers. Many of the Personal Guard had abandoned their posts to watch the spectacle which it seemed, was not that uncommon. Within the investigators view, even those apparently in high command were chuckling with their soldiers making bets.
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The fight didn't last very long and Leo came out with a swollen cheek. The other soldier, however, remained on the floor, holding a heavily bleeding and broken nose. With some slight panting, Leo spoke to Viktor.
"Our traditions have not changed. It reminds one of the tales of Sparta. If you get a problem with someone in your regiment, you deal with it like that. No deaths, no snideness and no leaving them behind. You take it out there and then so there's no bad blood left over then you continue with your mission." Leo grinned, looking up to Brock. "I believe that's how we met, wasn't it Sanders? Have you seen everything you need to, Viktor?"