"Yes. Lady Summers is at the foot of the mountain," Timothy said.

"I'm not part of your organization, so there's no point for me to claim credit. Give them all to Xena," stated Felix.

Watching Felix vanish, Timothy examined his battered body and sighed deeply. "Damn! The ladies really do have it better."

…

At the mountain's base, Xena and Alistair grew anxious as time dragged on.

"Lady Summers, could something have gone wrong?" Alistair asked.

Xena shook her head. "That's unlikely. Timothy reached the level of Martial Saint last year. He should be able to handle Dexter."

Just then, Alistair spotted movement. "They're coming!"

They rushed forward, shocked to see Timothy's battered state and torn clothes. "Did Dexter escape?"

Timothy pointed. "His legs did. The rest of him is right here."

One of his men emerged as he dragged the unconscious Dexter over. The sight of his severed legs was gruesome, but the mission was accomplished.

"You need treatment at the Wolfie troops