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Willis stumbled around the empty field attempting to get to the burning stables. Other than some faint sounds of swords clashing and people screaming in the distance, the battlefield was eerily quiet at least from Willis place. Guilt took over the young man, it was very dumb of him to punch a Shah a King. He was a dead man for sure, the Shah will send every bounty hunter available to hunt him down. Willis wondered what would be his price. Depending on how high it was, Willis might as well just turn himself in and collect the bounty.
Corpses littered with the Shah and Gerra's soldiers decorated the ground. Willis was careful to step over them though his already bloodied boot landed on the sticky spilt blood. There were some soldiers who groaned in pain clutching their broken body parts. A young man was seen crying out for his mother as he struggled to place loose intestines back into his body. From Willis' right a Sand Elf was seen wondering around holding his severed right arm screaming for a medic before disappearing in the sandy dune.
Willis began to wonder if it was even worth it to go to the stables at all. Have they lost? Most likely. Willis was already dead man anyway, if there was one thing that a sellsword should NEVER do is to strike a noble especially a King. What the fuck was he even thinking? Sure he did something stupid but one thing Willis has trained himself on was to never disagree with a King at least not openly. Willis sighed heavily, there was no point he needed to get out of the Savannah. Possibly away from Arethirl. He'll have to change his name and live in a different place. Willis is a Kingslayer now a man with no honor not that he didn't have any in the first place.
Just then a figure approached him, Willis eyes narrowed as he raised his bloodied longsword. The young man held the sword close ignoring the pain in his thigh and charged towards the figure screaming loudly. He wasn't taking any chances, if he was going to get Willis needed to kill this person.
Achates
Corpses littered with the Shah and Gerra's soldiers decorated the ground. Willis was careful to step over them though his already bloodied boot landed on the sticky spilt blood. There were some soldiers who groaned in pain clutching their broken body parts. A young man was seen crying out for his mother as he struggled to place loose intestines back into his body. From Willis' right a Sand Elf was seen wondering around holding his severed right arm screaming for a medic before disappearing in the sandy dune.
Willis began to wonder if it was even worth it to go to the stables at all. Have they lost? Most likely. Willis was already dead man anyway, if there was one thing that a sellsword should NEVER do is to strike a noble especially a King. What the fuck was he even thinking? Sure he did something stupid but one thing Willis has trained himself on was to never disagree with a King at least not openly. Willis sighed heavily, there was no point he needed to get out of the Savannah. Possibly away from Arethirl. He'll have to change his name and live in a different place. Willis is a Kingslayer now a man with no honor not that he didn't have any in the first place.
Just then a figure approached him, Willis eyes narrowed as he raised his bloodied longsword. The young man held the sword close ignoring the pain in his thigh and charged towards the figure screaming loudly. He wasn't taking any chances, if he was going to get Willis needed to kill this person.
Achates
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