Galocke gripped his sword in both hands and swung a vicious chop at Naul's neck, diagonally. He didn't expect to get the hit, and his prediction was correct when Naul's sword flashed in to intercept.
The two continued to throw sword slash after sword slash, with Naul doing most of it, what with his lighter sword.
Minutes passed before another hit finally landed - Galocke nicked Naul on the arm, drawing some blood. This in turn was returned in the form of Naul cutting Galocke on the leg, tearing the clothes and armor more than the flesh underneath.
The two backed away from each other, panting heavily. A few soldiers from both sides had even stopped fighting in order to watch the amazing spectacle.
"You're good," commented Galocke, resting his sword on his shoulders. "Putting these old bones to work. Thanks."
"Hmph," was the only reply Naul could utter.
"Seems like we're evenly matched."
"It would appear that way."
Galocke suddenly smiled and gently pulled at his beard. "You're lucky I'm not Gaza, though. You'd've been slaughtered by now."
"Is that so?"
"Perhaps you'd stand some small chance if you could actually take on ol' Galocke."
Naul ceased his talking and readied his sword for more combat. Galocke chuckled and did the same.
RP- The Great War: A Story of Soldiers
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Re: RP- The Great War: A Story of Soldiers
Arik finally landed, his Vera tiring out from the long flight. He was surrounded by dozens, maybe hundreds of soldiers fighting to the death, The stench of blood resching his nose, and sending a jolt of energy up his spine.
He dodged a sudden axe strike from behind him. "Woah man, I have no horse in this race." The man lifted his axe and swung once more, this time at Arik's torso horizontally. "Just give it a break already!" He shouted as he jumped back, into another man's back.
"Huh," the man said turning around to face the mercenary. Arik couldn't help but notice they shared a common uniform. "Solian Scum!" The man said, waving his word infront of him, making Arik take a few steps back, distancing himself from both soldiers.
Before long Arik couldn't help but notice a few more soldiers begin to join the other two. He now had around 5 or 6 going after him. He would've counted the exact number but kinda hard in the middle of a war zone.
"Okay," Arik said as he pressed against a large stone boulder blocking his way. "You guys want a peice of me? Come and get some!"
He dodged a sudden axe strike from behind him. "Woah man, I have no horse in this race." The man lifted his axe and swung once more, this time at Arik's torso horizontally. "Just give it a break already!" He shouted as he jumped back, into another man's back.
"Huh," the man said turning around to face the mercenary. Arik couldn't help but notice they shared a common uniform. "Solian Scum!" The man said, waving his word infront of him, making Arik take a few steps back, distancing himself from both soldiers.
Before long Arik couldn't help but notice a few more soldiers begin to join the other two. He now had around 5 or 6 going after him. He would've counted the exact number but kinda hard in the middle of a war zone.
"Okay," Arik said as he pressed against a large stone boulder blocking his way. "You guys want a peice of me? Come and get some!"
Red: I've seen a 10-way.
Ram: That's how I met your mother, Red.
~Status~
Destuin= Dead
Dolor= Dead
CYOA= Dead
Furanda= Dead?
Ram: That's how I met your mother, Red.
~Status~
Destuin= Dead
Dolor= Dead
CYOA= Dead
Furanda= Dead?
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Naul twirled his sword above him, utilizing the speed advantage his weapon gave him over Galocke's greatsword. He forced the old man backward, viciously staying on the offensive. His purple armor shone in the sunlight overhead.
He's starting to falter, the Conkram warrior noted to himself. He was quite the adversary.
Galocke blocked the horizontal slash from Naul, but the Conkram warrior was able to take advantage of that slight opening to twist around and jam his broadsword straight into the chest of Galocke.
Naul caught Galocke's falling body out of respect. The dying old man chuckled, saying nothing more. Naul waited until the heartbeats of the old man had stopped. He laid the body against the grass, gently removing his blade from Galocke's chest. He cleaned it and returned to his men, showing no change in emotion or attitude as he was showered with praise.
This is truly an ugly war...
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He's starting to falter, the Conkram warrior noted to himself. He was quite the adversary.
Galocke blocked the horizontal slash from Naul, but the Conkram warrior was able to take advantage of that slight opening to twist around and jam his broadsword straight into the chest of Galocke.
Naul caught Galocke's falling body out of respect. The dying old man chuckled, saying nothing more. Naul waited until the heartbeats of the old man had stopped. He laid the body against the grass, gently removing his blade from Galocke's chest. He cleaned it and returned to his men, showing no change in emotion or attitude as he was showered with praise.
This is truly an ugly war...
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Re: RP- The Great War: A Story of Soldiers
Red was stabbed and he died, but his side won that battle.
it really do be like that tho
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Having defeated Galocke, Colonel Naul of the Conkram army returned back to his army's campsite, slaying a few nameless Sol soldiers along the way. When they arrived, Naul was showered with praise, though he showed no real appreciation for it. He simply nodded and drank, content with resting after the hard day. Although Galocke was an enemy, it didn't sit well with Naul to hear his soldiers disrespect the fallen warrior with smug tones.
Nevertheless, Naul continued to keep his mouth shut. He wasn't much for socializing, and his troops already knew he kept to himself. As the sun set, the Conkram officer retired to his tent, removing his shining purple armor and dozing off to sleep.
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A dream...Naul was not familiar with them.
The veteran fighter hardly got any sleep during war - he was always resting for short periods of time, always wanting to keep alert.
This night, however, he had an incredibly vivid dream, although it was not clear what it's purpose - it's meaning - was.
Colonel Naul found himself in a castle - it was very similar to Conkram, although it was distorted for some reason...as if it were blended with the innards of another castle altogether. It was one foreign to Naul, and so he could not explain it much at all.
He walked down the red carpet towards what he imagined to be the throne room. The place was completely empty except for himself, and the echoes of his footsteps gave the place a rather haunting aura. The throne room was closed off via a massive wooden door adorned with intricate onyx carvings. He did not recognize or remember what they were of.
The colonel slowly pushed aside the door, and it opened with absolute ease. It did creak as it unveiled the throne room, again adding to that sense of dread and fear. Naul cautiously stepped into the throne room, hand gripping his sword. His eyes glanced left and right, and yet he saw no one.
He continued to advance into the room, following the blood-red carpet below him. Odd...he did not remember it being a blood-like tone earlier.
The throne room was dimly lit by torches that followed the stretch of carpet. They were dim enough so as to leave the farthest stretches of the room shrouded in darkness. Anything could have been hiding in wait there.
Naul came to the throne without any incident. That particular section of the room was also empty. So much so that it seemed none had occupied the seats for quite some time. It wasn't until he touched the arm of the king's throne that he felt the tip of a blade at his back.
His first instinct was to draw his weapon and attack, but with the odd nature of the dream itself, he decided it would be best to at least experience more of it. Perhaps learn of its meaning and whatnot. And so, the colonel held his hands up in a non-threatening position. The blade pulled back an inch or two and he took it as a sign to slowly turn around.
He was greeted by an odd sight. It was a warrior much like himself, only adorned in black-and-white and with what appeared to be a helmet with a line down the middle, the face of which was decorated with two crescent moon-shaped eyes with the convex curves aimed upward. It was almost as if it was smiling at Naul.
"Who are you?" Naul asked, looking the odd knight up and down. He noted no flag, banner, or symbol on his person - nothing depicting his allegiance in this war, if he even had one.
Instead of an answer, Naul was given a odd, unsettling, yet intriguing laugh from the armored knight, who pulled his sword back, spinning it above his head like a toy. As Naul caught on to what was going on, he quickly drew his own weapon, and in the nick of time, he blocked the attack, although it was a thrust rather than a slash, and he had not been expecting that.
Naul was forced to spin and step left and right, swinging his weapon in small arcs to deflect the rapid lunges at his abdomen. It seemed the odd knight was going for a quick kill, or at least as painful a jab as he could. All the while, the attacker kept laughing, but Naul could not find himself to be angered by it.
The dance continued for a few more minutes or so - Naul had no iea. He was too swept up in the battle to notice anything else, including the walls of the throne room as they melted. It was only when the odd knight stopped his stabs and jumped back, bouncing on his toes that Naul noticed the wax-like puddles on the floor. Apparently everything in the room except for Naul, the knight, and the floor had melted.
The colonel grunted as he pulled on his feet, trying to get them to escape the melted walls. After some struggle, he finally got them free, and returned his attention to the knight, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you?" Naul yelled. His voice echoed around the empty blackness. He turned all around him, but saw no one and nothing. No sign of the odd knight.
He suddenly fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. He felt a sharp pain in the area, as if he had been stabbed. It was enough of a shock to awaken him.
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Naul awoke to see himself being carted away by Sol soldiers. He was roughly shoved into a caged cart of sorts with fellow members of his camp. It was late in the night - they had likely been ambushed. Perhaps his men had slacked in their keeping watch.
The colonel shut his eyes in slight anger, folding his arms across his bare chest. He was in no way fearful of his current predicament. No...he was just irritated at his men. He didn't even shiver from the cold air, and all he was wearing were pants. He finally noticed the bruises on his bare feet and the bleeding wound in his stomach. Apparently he had been rather difficult to wake up.
Naul leaned against the cage of the cart, saying nothing as his men roared all around him in fear and anger. He shook his head, disappointed in them.
How could Conkram expect to win with petty soldiers such as these?
And what was that dream about? Who was that odd knight?
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========Having defeated Galocke, Colonel Naul of the Conkram army returned back to his army's campsite, slaying a few nameless Sol soldiers along the way. When they arrived, Naul was showered with praise, though he showed no real appreciation for it. He simply nodded and drank, content with resting after the hard day. Although Galocke was an enemy, it didn't sit well with Naul to hear his soldiers disrespect the fallen warrior with smug tones.
Nevertheless, Naul continued to keep his mouth shut. He wasn't much for socializing, and his troops already knew he kept to himself. As the sun set, the Conkram officer retired to his tent, removing his shining purple armor and dozing off to sleep.
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A dream...Naul was not familiar with them.
The veteran fighter hardly got any sleep during war - he was always resting for short periods of time, always wanting to keep alert.
This night, however, he had an incredibly vivid dream, although it was not clear what it's purpose - it's meaning - was.
Colonel Naul found himself in a castle - it was very similar to Conkram, although it was distorted for some reason...as if it were blended with the innards of another castle altogether. It was one foreign to Naul, and so he could not explain it much at all.
He walked down the red carpet towards what he imagined to be the throne room. The place was completely empty except for himself, and the echoes of his footsteps gave the place a rather haunting aura. The throne room was closed off via a massive wooden door adorned with intricate onyx carvings. He did not recognize or remember what they were of.
The colonel slowly pushed aside the door, and it opened with absolute ease. It did creak as it unveiled the throne room, again adding to that sense of dread and fear. Naul cautiously stepped into the throne room, hand gripping his sword. His eyes glanced left and right, and yet he saw no one.
He continued to advance into the room, following the blood-red carpet below him. Odd...he did not remember it being a blood-like tone earlier.
The throne room was dimly lit by torches that followed the stretch of carpet. They were dim enough so as to leave the farthest stretches of the room shrouded in darkness. Anything could have been hiding in wait there.
Naul came to the throne without any incident. That particular section of the room was also empty. So much so that it seemed none had occupied the seats for quite some time. It wasn't until he touched the arm of the king's throne that he felt the tip of a blade at his back.
His first instinct was to draw his weapon and attack, but with the odd nature of the dream itself, he decided it would be best to at least experience more of it. Perhaps learn of its meaning and whatnot. And so, the colonel held his hands up in a non-threatening position. The blade pulled back an inch or two and he took it as a sign to slowly turn around.
He was greeted by an odd sight. It was a warrior much like himself, only adorned in black-and-white and with what appeared to be a helmet with a line down the middle, the face of which was decorated with two crescent moon-shaped eyes with the convex curves aimed upward. It was almost as if it was smiling at Naul.
"Who are you?" Naul asked, looking the odd knight up and down. He noted no flag, banner, or symbol on his person - nothing depicting his allegiance in this war, if he even had one.
Instead of an answer, Naul was given a odd, unsettling, yet intriguing laugh from the armored knight, who pulled his sword back, spinning it above his head like a toy. As Naul caught on to what was going on, he quickly drew his own weapon, and in the nick of time, he blocked the attack, although it was a thrust rather than a slash, and he had not been expecting that.
Naul was forced to spin and step left and right, swinging his weapon in small arcs to deflect the rapid lunges at his abdomen. It seemed the odd knight was going for a quick kill, or at least as painful a jab as he could. All the while, the attacker kept laughing, but Naul could not find himself to be angered by it.
The dance continued for a few more minutes or so - Naul had no iea. He was too swept up in the battle to notice anything else, including the walls of the throne room as they melted. It was only when the odd knight stopped his stabs and jumped back, bouncing on his toes that Naul noticed the wax-like puddles on the floor. Apparently everything in the room except for Naul, the knight, and the floor had melted.
The colonel grunted as he pulled on his feet, trying to get them to escape the melted walls. After some struggle, he finally got them free, and returned his attention to the knight, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you?" Naul yelled. His voice echoed around the empty blackness. He turned all around him, but saw no one and nothing. No sign of the odd knight.
He suddenly fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen. He felt a sharp pain in the area, as if he had been stabbed. It was enough of a shock to awaken him.
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Naul awoke to see himself being carted away by Sol soldiers. He was roughly shoved into a caged cart of sorts with fellow members of his camp. It was late in the night - they had likely been ambushed. Perhaps his men had slacked in their keeping watch.
The colonel shut his eyes in slight anger, folding his arms across his bare chest. He was in no way fearful of his current predicament. No...he was just irritated at his men. He didn't even shiver from the cold air, and all he was wearing were pants. He finally noticed the bruises on his bare feet and the bleeding wound in his stomach. Apparently he had been rather difficult to wake up.
Naul leaned against the cage of the cart, saying nothing as his men roared all around him in fear and anger. He shook his head, disappointed in them.
How could Conkram expect to win with petty soldiers such as these?
And what was that dream about? Who was that odd knight?
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Re: RP- The Great War: A Story of Soldiers
Arik fended off blow after blow from the soldiers. They must've out numbered him 10 to one but thanks to the boulders on each side and the cliff face behind him they were forced to take him on one by one.
"Zenoirs at the ready!" Arik heard the shout and knew what was coming. Using Cosem like an axe, Arik hooked his attacker's blade and flicked it off to the distance. The soldier was shocked and Arik took advantage of the situation and grabbed the man by the collar and thrust him forward.
"Aim!" The human shield made contact with the man behind him, but Arik just kept pushing, Cosem flapping behind him for some extra momentum. He was able to get some good distance before he was forced to a complete stop.
"Fire!!!" Arik heard the Zenoir fire, and with some last ditch thinking, crouched to the ground and pulled his human shield on top of him.
He felt more than saw the boulders blow up on each side of him. They erupted into a cacophony of projectile pepples, smoke and ash. At first the soldier on top of him screamed bloody murder, but before long he stopped, just another casualty of war.
Arik tossed the body away and stood up, surveying the scene. The wasteland had become an inferno. Clearly they had overestimated how much fire power they really needed to use in this battle.
In the midst of the ash and sand swirling in the rising heat, Arik saw the silhouette of a man walking toward him. He wasn't even bothering with the flames, it was like they weren't even there for him.
As the man got closer and closer, Arik could pick out more details. The redish brown shade of his armor, the spikes protruding from each shoulder, the the slim... delicate... hourglass figure...? Wait what?
"Hmph, you survived." The armored figure stated matter of factly in a husky female voice. "You must be good. Sol or Conkram?"
"Neither."
"Let's see if we can change that, follow me." The armored soldier whistled and two soldier grabbed Arik by each of his arms. He was so confused he didn't even fight it and just let the soldiers carry him off to who knows where.
Hope they got food....
"Zenoirs at the ready!" Arik heard the shout and knew what was coming. Using Cosem like an axe, Arik hooked his attacker's blade and flicked it off to the distance. The soldier was shocked and Arik took advantage of the situation and grabbed the man by the collar and thrust him forward.
"Aim!" The human shield made contact with the man behind him, but Arik just kept pushing, Cosem flapping behind him for some extra momentum. He was able to get some good distance before he was forced to a complete stop.
"Fire!!!" Arik heard the Zenoir fire, and with some last ditch thinking, crouched to the ground and pulled his human shield on top of him.
He felt more than saw the boulders blow up on each side of him. They erupted into a cacophony of projectile pepples, smoke and ash. At first the soldier on top of him screamed bloody murder, but before long he stopped, just another casualty of war.
Arik tossed the body away and stood up, surveying the scene. The wasteland had become an inferno. Clearly they had overestimated how much fire power they really needed to use in this battle.
In the midst of the ash and sand swirling in the rising heat, Arik saw the silhouette of a man walking toward him. He wasn't even bothering with the flames, it was like they weren't even there for him.
As the man got closer and closer, Arik could pick out more details. The redish brown shade of his armor, the spikes protruding from each shoulder, the the slim... delicate... hourglass figure...? Wait what?
"Hmph, you survived." The armored figure stated matter of factly in a husky female voice. "You must be good. Sol or Conkram?"
"Neither."
"Let's see if we can change that, follow me." The armored soldier whistled and two soldier grabbed Arik by each of his arms. He was so confused he didn't even fight it and just let the soldiers carry him off to who knows where.
Hope they got food....
Red: I've seen a 10-way.
Ram: That's how I met your mother, Red.
~Status~
Destuin= Dead
Dolor= Dead
CYOA= Dead
Furanda= Dead?
Ram: That's how I met your mother, Red.
~Status~
Destuin= Dead
Dolor= Dead
CYOA= Dead
Furanda= Dead?
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"Colonel, what should we do?!?"
Naul stayed in his silent position. He was standing in the corner of the cell he had been locked in, arms folded across his chest. He offered the panicking young soldier a glance, but nothing more.
Regardless, that was enough to shut him up.
"Food's here, Conkram dogs!" a bitterly jolly prison guard called from down the hall. He whistled as he strolled down the corridor, slapping his keys against every bar of every cage door along the way, laughing. A younger assistant followed his path, handing small trays of food into each cell.
"Ah...Colonel Naul. A pleasure, sir." The guard chuckled, grinding his keys against the door of the cage over and over again. He was a bit disappointed to see Naul keeping his cool. "Tryna be the tough guy, eh?"
Naul shrugged. "I don't believe I'm actually giving any effort. Your whipping man has a weak arm."
The guard scoffed, slapping down the tray the young assistant was ready to slip into the cell. "No food for you! We'll see how strong the mighty Colonel Naul can be when he's reduced to bones!" He spat at Naul's feet as he walked away.
Naul's cellmate shivered, scooping the slop for food into his mouth. He gagged a little, but finished in spite of its horrid taste (or lack thereof) and texture. Still his stomach rumbled.
As the night trickled onward towards morning, Naul stayed wide awake, sitting down only to more comfortably ponder his thoughts.
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========="Colonel, what should we do?!?"
Naul stayed in his silent position. He was standing in the corner of the cell he had been locked in, arms folded across his chest. He offered the panicking young soldier a glance, but nothing more.
Regardless, that was enough to shut him up.
"Food's here, Conkram dogs!" a bitterly jolly prison guard called from down the hall. He whistled as he strolled down the corridor, slapping his keys against every bar of every cage door along the way, laughing. A younger assistant followed his path, handing small trays of food into each cell.
"Ah...Colonel Naul. A pleasure, sir." The guard chuckled, grinding his keys against the door of the cage over and over again. He was a bit disappointed to see Naul keeping his cool. "Tryna be the tough guy, eh?"
Naul shrugged. "I don't believe I'm actually giving any effort. Your whipping man has a weak arm."
The guard scoffed, slapping down the tray the young assistant was ready to slip into the cell. "No food for you! We'll see how strong the mighty Colonel Naul can be when he's reduced to bones!" He spat at Naul's feet as he walked away.
Naul's cellmate shivered, scooping the slop for food into his mouth. He gagged a little, but finished in spite of its horrid taste (or lack thereof) and texture. Still his stomach rumbled.
As the night trickled onward towards morning, Naul stayed wide awake, sitting down only to more comfortably ponder his thoughts.
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"I'm not a man of war, why did I choose to do this Kemo?". Kemo just simply starred at Pray, emotionless. "Kemo, Whatever happens tomorrow during the ambush on Sol territory, I want you to know that I thank you for bringing me out of the isolated world of the Biron monks, you opened my eyes."
With that Pray went to sleep, along with the rest of the unknown solders of Conkram. This was really a death mission, a strategy to bring Sol's attention else where while the Real, top ranked, solders attacked directly at Sol.
Pray was afraid of death but he knew that the end of the war would help keep too many seru being abused by brainless morons. "Seru are as much as flesh as we are, they're not lifeless steel llike sword." Pray's motto.
With that Pray went to sleep, along with the rest of the unknown solders of Conkram. This was really a death mission, a strategy to bring Sol's attention else where while the Real, top ranked, solders attacked directly at Sol.
Pray was afraid of death but he knew that the end of the war would help keep too many seru being abused by brainless morons. "Seru are as much as flesh as we are, they're not lifeless steel llike sword." Pray's motto.
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The Sol crowd watching erupted in hoots and hollers as the whip cracked against Naul's back for the twentieth or so time. Most of the men in attendance to the whipping were drunk or halfway there, which only increased their enjoyment of the scene before them. They would quiet to a murmur as the whip was raised, then burst into a deranged symphony of brutish and vulgar cheers as it drew blood.
Naul said nothing the entire time, though his hands clenched against the metal rod he was chained to. Each flinch was stronger and slightly more visible to the crowd than the last, and his lack of food and sleep wasn't helping him keep it under control. Nevertheless, he soldiered on, refusing to show weakness.
It wasn't until the thirtieth whip strike that the display had ended, much to the dismay of the more heavily-intoxicated drunks in the front of the crowd. As the gathering thinned and scattered, Naul's wrists were unhooked from the bar, and he rubbed them to keep the blood flowing. He caught the gaze of the man who had been whipping him. His ice cold expression was enough to quickly remove the man's arrogant grin.
Naul was led back to the prison cells, back still dripping copious amounts of his blood. And still the colonel of the Conkram army did not break his stone-like image.
As the cage door slid shut and locked, Naul sat in the corner of the cell, chin resting on his hands, which were locked together to maintain his composure. He nearly jumped as he felt something touch his back, but upon realizing it was his cellmate trying to clean the wound with an old rag, he let it go.
He wondered how much longer he could last.
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=========The Sol crowd watching erupted in hoots and hollers as the whip cracked against Naul's back for the twentieth or so time. Most of the men in attendance to the whipping were drunk or halfway there, which only increased their enjoyment of the scene before them. They would quiet to a murmur as the whip was raised, then burst into a deranged symphony of brutish and vulgar cheers as it drew blood.
Naul said nothing the entire time, though his hands clenched against the metal rod he was chained to. Each flinch was stronger and slightly more visible to the crowd than the last, and his lack of food and sleep wasn't helping him keep it under control. Nevertheless, he soldiered on, refusing to show weakness.
It wasn't until the thirtieth whip strike that the display had ended, much to the dismay of the more heavily-intoxicated drunks in the front of the crowd. As the gathering thinned and scattered, Naul's wrists were unhooked from the bar, and he rubbed them to keep the blood flowing. He caught the gaze of the man who had been whipping him. His ice cold expression was enough to quickly remove the man's arrogant grin.
Naul was led back to the prison cells, back still dripping copious amounts of his blood. And still the colonel of the Conkram army did not break his stone-like image.
As the cage door slid shut and locked, Naul sat in the corner of the cell, chin resting on his hands, which were locked together to maintain his composure. He nearly jumped as he felt something touch his back, but upon realizing it was his cellmate trying to clean the wound with an old rag, he let it go.
He wondered how much longer he could last.
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