"I just asked a few of my friends to burn down your fortress and steal the flag if they could find it." Wrik said. His voice was loud enough so that everyone in the hundred metres radius could hear. "But it appears you have hidden the flag well enough, but alas for the fortress and the rest of your men.
"Now, you have no fortress or ration. One third or more of your men had been eliminated, and the rest were on the path of being eliminated."
Before the duel had started, Wrik never really meant for to win it fairly. If he wanted to do that, then it would not only be disastrous for him, but to his friends and companions too. It would only jeopardise their hard work till now.
That was the reason Wrik made this plan. He just needed to distract Arjamith to leave his fortress with most of his elite men, and he succeeded in that, though the stakes had been bigger than Wrik had planned. But that did not matter anymore, as his plan had succeeded.
