Amongst the anarchy that surrounded them, the two men stared one another down, each anticipating the other's attack.
They had been more than friends. They had been brothers. They had sparred countless times at the castle. They had an intimate knowledge and understanding of each other's skills and methods. Those times had been for practice but this was time each's life hung in a delicate balance.
Each's face etched with a fierce determination which seemed to be the only thing that they had in common in the moment. Everything else had divulged; the sides they took, the kingdom they vowed to protect, their motives that now fuelled their actions.
"His fate was meant for you, Igdaliah," he referred to Samson. His voice was neutral and unfeeling as though he was simply a vessel relaying the message.
"Fucker," Igdaliah spat at his feet.
Landon lunged first
