"What am I on this earth?! A man ready to die!" Rahir spat blood on the feet of the soldier on the side as he said these words.
Urak ran to him in an attempt to save him but the soldier lowered his sword and the head of the rider rolled to the floor with a smile on his face. Urak screamed his name, an indescribable pain overwhelming him suddenly. He took his friend's head in his arms, tears rolled over his face, and the sword turned to him. He ended in tears, trapped in an eternal embrace.
Mikel ran after them, he took his spear but an arrow planted in his shoulder. The weapon dropped to the floor, and before he had time to do anything, another arrow planted in his throat. Mikel placed his hands on the wound as he fell to his knees. He didn't close his eyes, looking at the one who had killed him coming to him to take back his arrows, and the crowd cheered.
