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Date Posted: 20:05:13 10/17/02 Thu
Author: Dark Moon, High Tide
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

JUDEGEMENT

Noontime sun sweeps scorching fingers across the plain, raking through the grass and beating relentlessly down upon the men who gather there. Armor as gold as the grass holds sweaty cloth tight to their forms. Surely the unyielding heat would hamper the knights in the inevitable battle. Blood would soon soak the yellowed fields, staining the blades crimson. Being humans, most shift with anticipation, looking forward to the melee. They were...eager. Too eager.

Across the pampas, on the northern side, stand grim the other warriors. Each is garbed in their own, mostly browns and bronzes to conceal themselves within the high shrub. Not much armor weigh the swift-footed brigade down. Unlike the order-bound battalion to the south, these ruthless entites fight with but the vaguest organization. Keenly intelligent, mercenaries are, and they rarely come out to fight in numbers. They stand quietly, unmoving, ignoring the blaze and rising tension, for they are very good at that...

Without warning, one of the gold armored men steps forth and issues a battle-cry, spurring his mount into action. It spreads like a ripple of echoes, and every knight gives his own shout as they follow bravely their leader. On the other hand-- or side of the meadow, really-- the sneaky fighters spread out into a loose circle, virtually invisible. The mounted group fall right into the mercenaries' trap. Now rung by highly trained and emotionless killers, they turn into an outward-facing loop, waiting for the imminent attack.

Just as abruptly as the knights had assaulted, they are being cut down, one by one. Those impossibly graceful beings seem inhuman, so easily they take lives. Soon enough, only the leader of the men is left, circled entirely by mercenaries.

Darkness falls.

And so it shall be, forevermore.

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