Dariel
"For the Li- wait, what?"
One moment he had been charging into battle with his blade held high. The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of a castle, with a vast horde of undead in front of him. Ahead of that, was a strange gold-clad figure, and a rift from which the zombies poured.
What?
There was no time to think, however, as the zombies closed in. And so, with sword in hand, the Unforgiven made his stand, his blade easily cleaving the undead in two as he advanced through the horde. "For the Lion!"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
09-Jun-2020 00:13:27