Koth stood stiff backed just out of the shade of the command pavilion, performing the most important task there was on a battlefield. The duty of protecting those who controlled the battle strategy was his. But he was distracted. His dark eyes scanned the battlefield that stretched to the horizon before him. It had been three weeks since he had fought a worthy opponent, that fool smiling hulk, and the fact that it had gone unfinished chewed at his soul.
He scanned the field, hoping to see him again. He did not.
Ral kept his face-plate up, allowing the cool breeze to pull the sweat from his too young face. His enemies must have thought him mad. Perhaps they were right.
Ribs crunched beneath breastplate, screams of the dying echoed across the field filling Ral’s ears with sweet music. Music that he made, with the help of the other soldiers of course, but they were secondary. He was the artist, the choreographer that put it all together and made art.
A maniacal grin split Ral’s face as he pulled his shield back from the destroyed foe, only to sweep at the man with his longsword, taking the stunned, stumbling, faceless man just beneath the helm.
If we were having coffee, I’d say that it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t be drinking this as I raise cup to lip and take yet another sip. You would know that this is not the first time that I’ve indulged at too late an hour though, and tell me that I’ll be fine. And you’re probably right about that, by the way.
So, might I get you a cup of something? Coffee, tea, water, or juice? You may as well indulge with me, and follow me down the path of poor nighttime beverage decisions. Don’t worry, I’ll lead the way.
2017 is absolutely flying by. Weeks seem like days, days like minutes, and so on, and so on. I can say though, that the past week was a fairly good one as I did some of the things that I’ve been missing out on lately. Those things included writing a bit, strumming the ole guitar, running, and bike riding.