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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 23:07:16 GMT -5
"I do not" Lonn replied, "Go ahead and kill me if you want." There was a savage smile triumph on his face. "If you kill me you become king."
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 23:10:54 GMT -5
"No," Rask says, his voice as harsh as winter, "I don't." Gods' Sight thrusts forward, the center prong piercing Lonn's neck.
Rask withdraws the trident and looks around, gauging to see if the fighting will continue or if it is done.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 23:14:24 GMT -5
The fighting stops as Lonn's men pull back. They fall to their knees and look at Rask. Lonn's body flops around a little.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 23:27:21 GMT -5
Rask scowls at the men. They seem to be waiting for a speech or a command, which just makes the old wildling angrier. "If you want to follow me, follow me," he says gruffly. "If you don't, don't. But I will beat bloody the first man who bows or calls me my lord again. That's a fucking promise."
Rask turns on heel and walks back out into the night. The old wound in his leg pains him, and he fights hard not to limp. He curses himself for a fool. He did not mean to kill a man this night.
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