~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The nobleman mercilessly grabbed Elmer and wrapped his arm around his neck. He was breathing deeply and heavily while Thyrus rested for awhile.
Guards against soldiers.
White against black.
Who will win between the two unions?
Who will succeed with their unique beliefs and philosophies?
Blood flows from the sword's blade, fresh and reddish.
Elmer struggled to push away the man as he was stronger than him. He was tall and masculine which made him out of air.
He said, "Save yourself, Captain! You have proved to us that you are deserving to be her majesty's right hand! I already accepted my death, my fate!"
"I will never let you die, Elmer! Never!"
As quick and graceful as it was, he has thrown the daggers into the guards who are standing behind him.
The man was surprised as he saw what had happened.
