He chortled, to be met by death from one swift swipe of Vertrou's antlers. The stag fell onto the floor, gasping,writhing and choking, and finally something worse, silence. 

" And let that be a lesson to all of you! NO ONE DARES TO LAUGH AT ME!!!" No stag dared to any more, and several of the dead stags friends cried a little, silent tears running down their cheeks, but they acted as if nothing had happened, how could they? 

But that wasn't Nocere's last battle, for Ronno was also willing to battle for Lojalis. Nocere to was prepared, but since he had just battled Vertrou, he had the disadvantage. Ronno used his antlers first, but since Nocere's antlers were more powerful, Ronno had no hope. Nocere lost as a fawn, and Ronno was going to make sure he  lost again, and that Ronno won Lojalis. But Nocere was more powerful in antlers, hoofs, feet and in general, no matter how powerful Ronno was, so Nocere won, and Lojalis was finally Nocere's. 

" Thank you my brave hero" She whispered, as a genital breeze went by.  Meanwhile, Vertrou was feeling sad, he had no doe, and he wasn't interested in rutting unless it was for Lojalis, but he had lost her. Silver tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked in the river, his refection was only half himself, a part was missing. " Vertrou?" A soft voice he knew well asked, and sat down besides him. Suddenly, the reflections merged to form one deer. Bukuri?