[RPG] [EC] [OR] - A hero's last stand....

[James]

*Wenliang stood before them as they fought, blow for blow, wound for wound.
It seemed as though they were evenly matched as they struggled for
ascendency.*

*But, it seemed, experience was to win out, as the strain Lady Natasha's
blows caused became more and more apparent upon the face of Morton. Now, no
longer calm, cold and heartless, but filled with fear as he backed further
and further away under the sheer ferocity of his opponents attack.*

*Suddenly though, Lady Natasha's blade missed its mark as Morton dogded the
heavy blow. As she overcompensated for the miss, she lost her footing and
Morton saw his chance to end the duel. His face, no longer shrouded in fear
he ran his blade straight through her chest whilst she struggled to recover
and deflect his deadly strike. *

*As Morton's sword plunged into her chest, it seemed as though time stopped
for Wenliang, and he could only see the crimson blood which poured from her
mouth as she shoved Morton's blade from her, tottered for a moment, and then
fell to the ground twitching.*

*Wenliang barely remembered himself crying out to her, and now could only
hear the ringing sound of steel upon steel, his blade against Morton's as he
charged towards his most hated enemy.....he was her second in this contest,
her escort towards these accursed land of her demise, and he loved this
proud, brave woman, more than life itself though she did not know it, and
now never would....*

"For Old Rancagua! Long Live the King!"* were his words as he drew his sword
and moved to smite the traitor once and for all. *
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