It was strange, this intruder possessed a unique, yet familiar feeling to him. Edmund shuffled forward, his eyes carefully tracing over the cloak of the person standing before him. Being hasty wasn't his style, but neither was fighting.
Edmund was completely out of his depth in this scenario, nothing could prepare him enough. The power that this intruder was exerting was something akin to Milo's. It was enough to send shivers running through Edmund's body, the sheer power the man exuded was enough to blow away any dirt from the ground below.
'He's a monster'.
Edmund thought to himself, looking down at his wooden sword. Why did he even do this? That was a thought that had been constantly playing through his mind. These were the people that had attempted to overthrow him and toss him to rot in a dungeon, the people that once believed in him but were swayed by simple lip service.
