Chapter 21 Clan Wars!
We’re moving into the dark, rocky and lava-infested arena with the caution of hunted animals. After all, we don’t know where Luxon and his goons are. Fireheart is running ahead; Bluestar sprints to catch up with her: the ever-reliable backup. They’d protect each other. Meanwhile everyone else is haphazardly following the two of them, herded along by Redseed, Hamlet, Cheesecracker and even me; I’m at the back of the pack with Dawn loping along a few meters away. I try to talk to her, but when I open my mouth, no words come out. She gives me a what’s-wrong-with-you-at-the-moment look and sprints ahead.
Finally, the majority of us have passed between two waist-high stone walls to find a barrier of pointy (aah, scary) rocks. They’re taller and thicker than any one of us. Beyond the rocks is the scariest sight of all: Lord Luxon and an army half the size of ours.
Our army is a mix of bronze and iron, steel and mithril, adamantine and black, leather brown, green dragonhide, blue mage robes and cerulean rune. On Luxon’s side is rune with trims: gold, red, white and blue. His rangers, all dressed in green dragonhide, are standing beside a small group of mages with gold-trimmed robes. Luxon himself appears to have polished his armor of Zamorak; it’s shining so much that it hurts my eyes.
"What are the rules?” Fireheart asks matter-of-factly. Even through her serene tone, I can tell she’s panicked by the way her hands are clenched to stop them from trembling.
From across the barrier, Luxon’s face looks eerily striped. It doesn’t help the mood any. He replies, “No food or drinks. I’m being too nice really.”
There’s an uneasy stir in our army.
“Zamorak would rather have me crush you all quickly, but I want to have a bit of fun.” Luxon puts his face close to the rocks between the two armies, smiling in a deranged fashion. “Lore, Wolfy, it’s nothing personal. Business.”
“It’s business now to take over Runescape?” Lady Lore says in anger.
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