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Written by Lomant
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Tuesday, 13 February 2007 |
Page 4 of 5
As he approaches a pair of large ornate doors, Lomant gets a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach as he throws the doors open. On both walls are more impaled bodies and the tapestries are of crimson colour, red fluid drips from the ends of them and puddle underneath before running into a nearby drain. It is then that Lomant realizes that the tapestries are made in blood and that Amorelot has indeed gone further than just dishonour. In the centre of the room sits Amorelot upon a bronze throne, skulls are pilled to each side and it appears that blood trickles from some of them still. He looks up as Lomant enters and says, “So Lomant, you made it. My you have grown since I saw you in the tournament all those years ago. I have not forgotten what you said. ‘Tis a shame that both brothers will fall to my hand…well almost a shame.”
Drawing his blade, Amorelot slowly stands from his throne and advances towards Lomant. “Well boy, are you ready to die?” “I will not be the one dying this night.” Sighing Amorelot laughs a bit and says, “Fine, lets do this the hard way.”
Lomant throws his shield to the side and takes his sword in both hands. As if time were to slow, it felt like eternity for Amorelot to reach him. Amorelot’s sword comes down in a powerful swing as Lomant turns his body to the side and raises his sword to meet it. A gust of wind causes the candles to flicker as sparks fly from their swords. Lomant brings his sword up and turns to face Amorelot as he slashes down hard. Twisting to the side Amorelot manages to avoid taking the sword at a fatal angle, but feels red-hot pain as the tip of the sword rips down his back. Roaring in pain, Amorelots sword flashes up and Lomant back peddles enough to save his throat, but is temporarily blinded as the blade flashes past his face, catching the glare from the candle off the polished surface. Stumbling backwards, Lomant raises his blade to keep Amorelot at bay as he feels blood trickle down his cheek and nose. “Not so pretty now are we boy?” Wiping the blood from his face, Lomant lunges at Amorelot, sword extended, but is easily slapped aside then he feels a lance of pain in his side as Amorelot brings his sword up and tears through Lomants armour, causing him to collapse to his knees. Gasping for breath, Lomant lowered his head and rested against his sword. Amorelot walked in circles around him before stopping at his side. Kneeling beside him, he whispered in his ear, “In what world did you think that a boy like your self could ever best me? Just like your pathetic brother who thought he could best me in the joust.” Standing, he brought his sword up for the killing blow. As his sword descended, a gust of wind blew through the room and extinguished all the candles. Thinking Lomant didn’t have time to react, Amorelot continued with the attack, only to hear a loud clash of steel. A quick series of flashes from outside illuminated the room for a few seconds, but it was enough for him to see that Lomant had brought his sword around to defend himself and a fierce rage now shone in his eyes before the room was plunged back into darkness. Lomant rose and heard the sound of pounding feet moving away from him. He turned to the sound and saw Amorelots cloak billowing out from a door before it disappeared. Cursing Lomant ran after him and shouldered his way through the door, ripping it from its hinges. Out on the battlements the wind howled and the rain was torrential. The darkness outside was as bad as it was inside, and it wasn’t until the sky was lit up by another flash of lighting did he see Amorelot running towards some stairs. Bellowing his name over the howl of the wind, Lomant ran after him. Catching up to him, Lomant lowered a shoulder and slammed Amorelot off his feet, causing him to slide a few feet on the rain slick battlements Amorelot stood and wiped the blood from his mouth as he turned to Lomant. His sword pointed at Amorelot’s chest Lomant said, “I’m not finished with you yet.” Amorelot grinned then slowly walked towards Lomant. As the distance became a few feet, Amorelot quickly raised his sword and slashed it down at Lomant’s shoulder. Raising his blade to deflect the blow, battle was met again. As their blades clashed a bolt of lighting struck the northern tower and caused it to burst into flames. Lomant’s prompt attacks caused Amorelot to back up as he barely managed to defend himself. A look of fear crossed his face as he saw, that not only was the intensity of the fire reflecting from the young mans armour, but it also was reflected in the rage that was in his eyes. Lashing out desperately, Amorelot slashed horizontally at Lomant, causing him to duck backwards. To keep his balance, Lomant turned and brought his foot up. Connecting with Amorelot’s sword it was thrown from his hand over the wall. His momentum carried his around and he buried his sword in Amorelot’s gut with enough force that it ripped through the armour on his back as well. Somehow the evil knight was still standing and still alive. Clenching his fists, Lomant stared Amorelot dead in the eyes, his rage evident. “This is for disgracing Bretonnia with your actions…” His right fist lashed out and connected hard with Amorelot’s jaw, dislodging a tooth. “This is for hurting my family…” His left fist lash out and connected hard with his jaw again, this time dislocating it. “And this is for killing my brother!” Yelling the last words Lomant brought his right hand up as hard as possible and shattered Amorelot’s jaw and he was flung from the battlements with the impact and landed with enough force to shatter a rotting cart far below. Taking the stairs that Amorelot was originally headed to, Lomant slowly made his way down beside the still breathing man. Placing his hand on the hilt of the sword, Lomant did not grace him with a look as he said, “Now, you shall be sent from this world as you sent my brother…with no honour and no respect.” Quickly, he pulled the blade out of his body and brought it down hard, severing his neck and watching the head roll across the ground before stopping against the wall.
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