Karishin -Warlord History IV

The battle was brutal, as we both strove to end the other. Hours went by as we cross blades and fired arrows. The sun began to sink in the west and the light began to give way to shadow as afternoon turned to evening. We finally squared off for one final push. Our armor was collectively dripping sweat and blood from exertion and wounds. Some grievous, and neither of us had much left.

We charged a final time, he threw dirt in my eyes, and I kicked up a cyclone blinding him. I had little energy left, this was it... he went in for a bash, the blow that would have thrown me to the ground and allowed him to finish me, but I barely moved out of the way and he collapsed to the ground. I swung with a Maelstrum of blows as he flew past me, cutting through his armor and flesh alike. That was it.

All I needed was his brief moment of collapse when I let fly the final strike- the DEATHBLOW. My Archrend passed through his body from his shoulder and down diagonally at the waste effectively slicing him in HALF. It was done. His body fell into the dirt and the life faded from the eyes that I took as my trophy- proof of the victory. Not just for me, but for tradition and sovereignty for the Camp against outside

Alas, as his treachery was not known yet to the heavens, the Lord Tongar allowed him new life and his body was made anew at his home. But never the less, the writing was on the wall. He had challenged a battle, asked for it to be to the finish. Betrayed the camp. And failed to finish his misdeeds. He knew it would be only a matter of time until his treachery was revealed.

He always was a lucky cow though. And right as I was reveling in my victory a mage of the Tower named Trogir arrived. Not trusting Pew to engage him, I caurterized my wounds and rode off to the Tower to do battle with our enemies.

I did battle with Trogir, but it was brief as Pew rode in on top of us. Too late I realized it was for further treachery as mid battle with the priest he charged into me with all his strength. Strong as I was, I was quickly overpowered by the combined force of Savant and Traitor, and fell to my doom. Fortunately, Lord Tongar revived my fallen self and was brought aware of the treasonous cow- whom was never heard from again. I can only imagine the terrible fate that Tongar unleashed on a traitor to our Camp. I regained my things and prepared myself once more to march out.