"I have dreamed of this day almost my entire life," Uriel's eyes gleamed.
Metals clanged against metals, horses neighed, and men screamed as knives tore through flesh. Uriel surged forward, and Zavian rammed at him with a sword.
Behind the King, a Selesee soldier had sneaked up and tried to drive the sword through Zavian's side, and in a second, the soldier's head was rolling through the stampede of feet.
Uriel snarled, and Zavian could see how his rage blinded his brother's control. His eyes turned flame red, and his canines bared, the grip on the blade tight. Zavian was fast to slash his blade through the two Selesee soldiers barrelling at him, their blood spraying his clothes.
His sword came up just as Uriel's own rose to meet him.
