Final Strike
Oct 26, 2008 5:24:20 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Oct 26, 2008 5:24:20 GMT -5
“You think he's here?”
Shadow twisted his head at the question, watching as Flash rode up beside him. For a long moment the two men sat in silence on their mounts, watching the red and gold clad army of Ekaitz riding slowly towards them. As if foreshadowing the violence that was about to take place, the rising sun bathes the wastelands of Athrug in blood red light. “He'll be there,” Shadow finally answers Flash. The King's lips twist into a wry smile. “Mathew isn't going to back away from a chance to spit on my corpse.”
“He isn't going to get that chance,” Flash replies firmly. Shadow smiles at his friend's loyalty, but shakes his head.
“Not even the Forces can predict the outcome of a war,” he says, softly, grimly. “Our lives are always a matter of chance.” Flash winces, acknowledging the truth of that. Then he looks sharply at Shadow as a dark thought occurs to him.
“If you get yourself killed, I'll drag you back to life so I can strangle you myself,” he warns. Shadow chuckles at that, and nods.
“You don't need to worry, Flash,” Shadow replies, glancing back at the commander's tent where he knows Lya is. “I've no intention of leaving her.” Flash nods, satisfied by his King's reply. “Flash?”
“Yes my lord?”
“If something does happen to me...”
“I'll take care of Lya,” Flash promises, his eyes dark and sad. Bravado aside, neither King or advisor have forgotten how close Mathew has come to defeating Shadow in the past, and both men know that this time, either the Lord of Ekaitz or the Lord of Maelstrom will not be returning home alive...
If either of them do...
Mathew kicks his black stallion for extra speed and rides up alongside his commander of the army, Margrave Tane Hill. Clearing his throat, Mathew gains the other man's attention then gives his orders.
“I don't care who dies in this, but Shadow Brightmore is not to be harmed. Capture him, yes, wound him if you have no option, but bring him to me alive and in one piece.” Mathew looks into the rising sun as it dances on the silver of the Caelium army. “When Brightmore is before me, keep all others away. I will take the whelp on personally, so that when he falls there will be no doubt of who the greater Ruler is.”
Mathew looks at the other army again, his face cold and hard. “Tane, when Brightmore is dead, be sure to find his whore and brat, along with Flash Calder and his family. I will not make the mistake of overconfidence this time. The Brightmore and Calder lines are to be ended before Winter is upon us.”
Shadow twisted his head at the question, watching as Flash rode up beside him. For a long moment the two men sat in silence on their mounts, watching the red and gold clad army of Ekaitz riding slowly towards them. As if foreshadowing the violence that was about to take place, the rising sun bathes the wastelands of Athrug in blood red light. “He'll be there,” Shadow finally answers Flash. The King's lips twist into a wry smile. “Mathew isn't going to back away from a chance to spit on my corpse.”
“He isn't going to get that chance,” Flash replies firmly. Shadow smiles at his friend's loyalty, but shakes his head.
“Not even the Forces can predict the outcome of a war,” he says, softly, grimly. “Our lives are always a matter of chance.” Flash winces, acknowledging the truth of that. Then he looks sharply at Shadow as a dark thought occurs to him.
“If you get yourself killed, I'll drag you back to life so I can strangle you myself,” he warns. Shadow chuckles at that, and nods.
“You don't need to worry, Flash,” Shadow replies, glancing back at the commander's tent where he knows Lya is. “I've no intention of leaving her.” Flash nods, satisfied by his King's reply. “Flash?”
“Yes my lord?”
“If something does happen to me...”
“I'll take care of Lya,” Flash promises, his eyes dark and sad. Bravado aside, neither King or advisor have forgotten how close Mathew has come to defeating Shadow in the past, and both men know that this time, either the Lord of Ekaitz or the Lord of Maelstrom will not be returning home alive...
If either of them do...
Mathew kicks his black stallion for extra speed and rides up alongside his commander of the army, Margrave Tane Hill. Clearing his throat, Mathew gains the other man's attention then gives his orders.
“I don't care who dies in this, but Shadow Brightmore is not to be harmed. Capture him, yes, wound him if you have no option, but bring him to me alive and in one piece.” Mathew looks into the rising sun as it dances on the silver of the Caelium army. “When Brightmore is before me, keep all others away. I will take the whelp on personally, so that when he falls there will be no doubt of who the greater Ruler is.”
Mathew looks at the other army again, his face cold and hard. “Tane, when Brightmore is dead, be sure to find his whore and brat, along with Flash Calder and his family. I will not make the mistake of overconfidence this time. The Brightmore and Calder lines are to be ended before Winter is upon us.”