The war ensued.
Yells of the dead were creeping inside, as the noise of clashing metal echoed through the walls. Stan kept steady, it was clear that is side was loosing, because war cry's of victory could be heard all around, and he was an assassin waiting for his victim.
But Stan wasn't alone, two more where here to help in is mission, a cause that led him to spent the last three years infiltrating his enemy den.
At first they were seven, but four of his comrades had died at the swords of their own compatriots, as they had to participate in various skirmishes to rise in rank, either way the quantity of blood that they had their countryman bleed for this operation, was nowhere near of what they bled.
It was now the first time the three remaining had been assigned to protect the lord. But even thought they were is guards it wouldn't be easy to have it done. First of all they were a unit of 10 not three, and they would need to kill the other seven to be sure they had killed the target, as his real identity was know only by a very few people, as he always moved in the mid of his own guards, setting up a decoy to represent him.
In the room he was waiting there was only seven of the elite unit present. He had confirmed that one of his comrades wasn't in the room, so the two of them here had to wait before going on with the plan.
A hour had already gone by, when steps were heard, the three missing came in as a unit- As soon as the door behind them closed, they sprang into action.
Three were instantly killed by their hidden daggers, and the midst of confusion another two followed after the others, two were still breathing, one was able to avoid the attacks of his assailant the other one didn't had anyone to contend with.
“Good” Stan thought, “This is going well.”. Now they were preparing to kill the other two with the advantage of numbers, throwing away their now useless daggers, they grabbed arrow stones from their inside pockets, one of his opponents was making weird drawings with is hands certainly preparing to defend himself while the other one revealed a sword under his cape.
Stand and his two comrades smiled, they felt lucky for one of his last opponents being so weak that had to carry a sword around, it was actually very strange as they were a unit of supposedely the best of the best.
But as hes sword was being draw Stan froze. He knew that sword and to whom it belonged too,
As he was in this kind of trance he didn't release his stones, so he didn't went through the fact of having is spells no functioning.
Besides the swordsman, all the guards faces were of pure horror, it was the firt time in their lives that they weren't able to use their powers.
Yells of the dead were creeping inside, as the noise of clashing metal echoed through the walls. Stan kept steady, it was clear that is side was loosing, because war cry's of victory could be heard all around, and he was an assassin waiting for his victim.
But Stan wasn't alone, two more where here to help in is mission, a cause that led him to spent the last three years infiltrating his enemy den.
At first they were seven, but four of his comrades had died at the swords of their own compatriots, as they had to participate in various skirmishes to rise in rank, either way the quantity of blood that they had their countryman bleed for this operation, was nowhere near of what they bled.
It was now the first time the three remaining had been assigned to protect the lord. But even thought they were is guards it wouldn't be easy to have it done. First of all they were a unit of 10 not three, and they would need to kill the other seven to be sure they had killed the target, as his real identity was know only by a very few people, as he always moved in the mid of his own guards, setting up a decoy to represent him.
In the room he was waiting there was only seven of the elite unit present. He had confirmed that one of his comrades wasn't in the room, so the two of them here had to wait before going on with the plan.
A hour had already gone by, when steps were heard, the three missing came in as a unit- As soon as the door behind them closed, they sprang into action.
Three were instantly killed by their hidden daggers, and the midst of confusion another two followed after the others, two were still breathing, one was able to avoid the attacks of his assailant the other one didn't had anyone to contend with.
“Good” Stan thought, “This is going well.”. Now they were preparing to kill the other two with the advantage of numbers, throwing away their now useless daggers, they grabbed arrow stones from their inside pockets, one of his opponents was making weird drawings with is hands certainly preparing to defend himself while the other one revealed a sword under his cape.
Stand and his two comrades smiled, they felt lucky for one of his last opponents being so weak that had to carry a sword around, it was actually very strange as they were a unit of supposedely the best of the best.
But as hes sword was being draw Stan froze. He knew that sword and to whom it belonged too,
As he was in this kind of trance he didn't release his stones, so he didn't went through the fact of having is spells no functioning.
Besides the swordsman, all the guards faces were of pure horror, it was the firt time in their lives that they weren't able to use their powers.
The swordsman made his move and stabbed one of them in the heart, he still had time to kill another one of them before they were even able to retaliate.
Stan was the last one still alive, but there was no hope in his eyes, only despair.
As his executioner approached his life flashed through his and a single phrase that he didn't had the time to say, as the sword pierced is heart, lingered in his mind “Forgive me.”.
Stan was the last one still alive, but there was no hope in his eyes, only despair.
As his executioner approached his life flashed through his and a single phrase that he didn't had the time to say, as the sword pierced is heart, lingered in his mind “Forgive me.”.
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