Kevin

I've never felt this feeling before, all their memories, all their skills are rushing through me. It's like a boat slipping into the eye of the storm, a moment of calm in this raging tornado we call life. They spoke to me, taught me, their memories soaked through my skin, leaving an emerald cage in my mind. The strong, the brave, and even my grandfathers if broken and distorted. Who would need that fool anyways. 

Before I knew it Akuma was lying on the floor bathed in a pool of his own blood, the massive frame of Alex Stronghold stood before me.

"Girl, it's time you stop."

Hawk edged her way off the stage 

"Round two goes to the Rhine mercenary company. Will the next combatants please come up?"

"You did well." Pheap patted her on the back. Liz returned that courtesy with a glare. 

Wolf stepped up, back from his injury patched with nothing but scraps of cloth. From the other side came a short blood haired blue eyed man, with a smug look on his face. 

"Verneige dich vor Kevin."

"Announce yourself, preferably in English."

"I'm the wolf, Jonny of nine beasts." 

"And whoo am a but the majeztic Kevin t one t only dragonheart. If do will wizh to kizz me feet you know two the power of my family."

"Do you need aid with your English there, what was it Kev?"

"Kevin I zaid Kevin, zthe great."

"I've heard of you guys before, your the family that still preforms the slave trade in Europe." 

He seemed to get excited at those words.

"Are fame zpread zo far? I could not be happier at thiz occazion. Pleace azk anything of me if do needed."

"Well what if I ask you to stop."

"Wha my Engrizh iz no good."

"St op Tr ade ing Sl ave s or I wi ll slit y our throat."

"I no underztand."

"I will give you and your god forsaken family one chance. Or your find your bedsheets wet."

He flew up his arms.

"zlow down, zpeak slow, no underztand.

"For god's sake, uh. Seien siev vorsichtig sonst konnten sie ein messer in ihrem rücken finden."

Keven flinched. 

"Du sprichst deutsch?"

Wolf shakes his head.