To hold the blade and let is sink into the flesh of another was not
difficult. You get used to it in time. hands act like a machine, brain
does is at impulse. It just takes somebody who is not in familier green
color, sound of screems all around, sound of bulletts flying all around.
The blood heats up enough, and within a few minutes you don't even
remember, how many times it crushed into flesh and how many times It
returned. Most of the time the only thing that makes you swear is the
time when your baynott is in somebody's chest and he holds it hard and dies holding it. Since yesterday, Maruc had been
swearing a lot and he was angry. No body knew why, it wasn't even his
first assignment at the hallalak Hills. He had been here before. He knew the hills, the rocks, the caves and he knew the settlements. He was
hard and was brutal by everybody's mark, especially wince used to bark '
that man! Maruc doesn't know, a hell of a difference between a cabbage
and a man, he chops them with equal fervor and Lord, with same skill'
But today was different, He had hit three man, probably wounded another badly, and the worst was he hadn't even sharpened his blade yet. What was so wrong with this battle hardened, battering ram.
Somewhere away, miles away from the camp. Even the winds were not settling down. The hilll which should have been heated like roasted dough, were still feeling cool.As if the sun had lost his growl. This was summer, the height of it but everybody new today the night will be as cold as a december week.
The red was just not falling out of the sky. The dark was still afraid to come ahead. The red filled the heights of Hallalack hills. The state megicians were afraid, the Growl mantri's were scared. Each was calling to their premier asking them to hault the day's fight.. But none listened, for those in the huge castles could not see what was to a wizard's eyes.
the wind was crying till red. It was not about win or loss but it felt as if the eve was all about death. A panelty that none different then death. And while all were discussing the sky and the blood sky. There was one man, away from all, in a cave in those hills, who was smiling. A woman next to him was sobbing like hell but he was smiling, while the winds were slowly gulping his breath.
"winds take and winds bring
what was his,
will belong to her
what belongeed to her
shall belong to me"
The clouds were still dripping red. "Marec!!" screamed a voice somewhere among the hills.
But today was different, He had hit three man, probably wounded another badly, and the worst was he hadn't even sharpened his blade yet. What was so wrong with this battle hardened, battering ram.
Somewhere away, miles away from the camp. Even the winds were not settling down. The hilll which should have been heated like roasted dough, were still feeling cool.As if the sun had lost his growl. This was summer, the height of it but everybody new today the night will be as cold as a december week.
The red was just not falling out of the sky. The dark was still afraid to come ahead. The red filled the heights of Hallalack hills. The state megicians were afraid, the Growl mantri's were scared. Each was calling to their premier asking them to hault the day's fight.. But none listened, for those in the huge castles could not see what was to a wizard's eyes.
the wind was crying till red. It was not about win or loss but it felt as if the eve was all about death. A panelty that none different then death. And while all were discussing the sky and the blood sky. There was one man, away from all, in a cave in those hills, who was smiling. A woman next to him was sobbing like hell but he was smiling, while the winds were slowly gulping his breath.
"winds take and winds bring
what was his,
will belong to her
what belongeed to her
shall belong to me"
The clouds were still dripping red. "Marec!!" screamed a voice somewhere among the hills.
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