"…They were the words of a combatant, honoured foe. Do not take my meaning to be truth. There was potential in you, even if today was not the day to see it. Consider my taunting to be me taking you as seriously as I could. May your God Icaron find a place of peace for you in the afterlife," Karstly said. They were quiet words. Only Samuel managed to overhear them, but he pretended that he did not. This was not the side of General Karstly that the world yet needed to see. They needed to see what came after, and Karstly did not leave them waiting long.
He leaned down from his saddle to grasp the helmet of the slain man, with its long golden plume. "Speak it, Samuel," he said.
"GENERAL KARSTLY HAS SLAIN GENERAL PHALEM! VICTORY BELONGS TO THE STORMFRONT!"
"""URAHHHHH!""" The Stormfront men bellowed, their morale sky rocketing to even higher degrees, as if they were draining every drop of energy that the Verna men were had previously been fighting with.
