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Dare you to Move; Patch/Nic one on one R (violence)
Topic Started: Dec 28 2009, 06:13 PM (2,617 Views)
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He smiled as she came closer to him. He reached over, and pulled her close. Sharing body heat, that was it. Nothing would come of it. Right? Yet, her fur was soft, her breathing calmed him. For the first time, in a very long time, he felt a certain affection for the weasel. It was not pity, but something else, the sensation was new to him.

"Ever wonder, how many stars are up there?" He asked.

"I 'ave never seen so many before, in zee city. Zee lights zhey shine too brightly."

He propped his head up on his hand, as he looked up into the heavens.

The stars filled the night sky.

"I was told a long time ago, zat zee stars were the souls of those who 'ad died. My mother told me that, she said "Honore, see that patch of dark up in the sky? That is where you will find me." When she died, I remember looking up, and sure enough, she was there. I theek zat the sky is so full of stars tonight, because zhey are all new."





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She didn't mean to get this close. But she had to admit it did bring some comfort. Though usually in such times she would have rather found solitude. But she didn't let her defense down, she still couldn't trust him. Right? This was an odd question, one she never bothered to ask herself.

"I suppose I never have." 'Where is he going with this?'

Watching him turn his face toward the heavens, curiosity getting to her. Looking from him and then toward the sky. It was true, there were so many and perhaps she never did notice how many due to the immense amount of light pollution the city made. It was rather amazing. The beauty of nature, the natural occurrence so complex but the end result was minuscule flickers of light in the night sky.

Bringing her attention back down to him, a deep frown on her face. He was breaking down, telling her some of his deepest memories. Well judging by how he spoke about them it meant something. Lowering her head back down to her arms. 'Honore?' Interesting. When he was finished she found herself smiling. She really didn't see where he was going with this, but she figured it was spoken with such emotions it must have meant something. But death was death, whether one went to a better or not should be left up to the individual and not some nameless horror.

Hah, she was a big hypocrite. Brushing her fingers over his sides and chest, toying with the thick fur. "Thanks."
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"You're welcome." He replied quietly.

Then he rolled over onto his back. One arm was under her head, the other behind his his own head as he continued to stare up at the flickering stars. If she was awake, if she was aware, she would have seen the damp line along his fur. Tears. He felt the pain of the victims, but it just took a while before it sunk in.

He did not know why he did it. Yet, he found himself clinging to her, burying his face in the back of her neck and sobbing. Sobbing like a puppy who has lost a toy, like a lover who has found out his beloved was dying.

"I.... I am so sorry.... " He managed to say.




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She sighed softly, when he rolled onto his back she rolled onto her side, turning toward the fire. She couldn't sleep, even if she tried. Too much had happened, the danger was still very much around and capable. The soft lull of the dancing lights did put her into a trance like state. Her mind left to wonder. As for seeing the tears she could not, but she could feel him, just the slightest tremble. His breathing deepened, his pulse increased just a bit. Just a few signs that pointed to something being off. But before she could turn around and address him he buried his face in the back of her neck.

Her fur bristled, stiffening at once... when she realized he was actually sobbing she loosened up, ears laying flat against her head. Thought she felt oddly uncomfortable she didn't stop him. Leaning her head back she nudged against his cheek, a soft purr like sound rose from her chest, trying to ease him. And when that didn't work she rolled onto her side to face him, wrapping an arm around his neck. In some ways he reminded her of a child, it made her wonder of his past. How he could be a killer one moment, a sappy sack the next.

She cupped the back of his neck, lightly rubbing and running her fingers through his fur. Still he kept up. Brushing her lips against his cheek, lying to him, telling him it was ok, he could be forgiven. Planting a light kiss on his lips. "Shhh.." She wasn't sure what else she could do to make him stop.
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When she faced him, and kissed him. Everything changed. He looked at her, his eye bleary from the tears. Yet blinking it focused on her. Her soft voice, the way she caressed his cheek. He reached up and took hold of her hand and turned his head to kiss the palm. Then he kissed her wrist, forearm, shoulder, and neck. Finally, he cupped her head in his hands and he kissed her deeply. His pain melted in that moment, the world seemed to be a lifetime away. Then, he broke the kiss. He was breathing hard. He exhaled plumes of vapor as his heart pounded in his chest.

"No, you should not have done that." His mind scolded him.

"I... I'm sorry." He managed to say.




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She blinked in return. Trembling from each kiss, tempted to pull back from him. Closing her eyes when his lips brushed over her shoulder and neck. Knowing the kiss was coming... and she eagerly welcomed it. It was a great enough distraction from the world, if only for a moment. Letting him claim her lips for the brash moment. Gasping for breath, a light flush in her cheeks.

Licking her lips, a wide grin on her face. She pressed her finger to his lips, shaking her head. They could both just use a moment to unwind. Nothing more would need to happen. Just a little more contact... "Nuthin' to be sorry fer." Once more her hand cupped the back of his head, bringing him down for another kiss. This time she caught his lips between her teeth, nibbling on it lightly. "Just let go."
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"Just let go."

Her words rang in his ears. He breathed in deeply as she kissed him, her kiss burning with a certain desire.

"You will regret this later! You continue on this path, and you will end up past the point of no return. Do you really want that? Is that your desire? Will you truly be a monster? Will you turn and leave this now? What would your mother think? Will you be your father's boy after all?" His mind screamed.

Yet the voice grew smaller as she continued to kiss him. As arms clung, legs intertwined, tongues tasted, and his heart beat in time with hers. He swallowed looking at her. Then, he closed his eyes and did as she requested. His kisses were fierce, as the bottled desire he felt for her seemed to pour out like Pandora's box.




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There was something about the expression that passed over his face that made Nic regret speaking up. Her chest rising and falling slowly, pulling her head back to watch the level of confusion and debate pass over his eye. Maybe that wasn't he right thing to have said. Reaching up she touched the side of his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Leaning in and kissed him once more, and that seemed all he needed to be set off.

The next series of kissed were wild, hungry. Each time their tongues touched a spark of pure pleasure shot down her spine. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, tilting her head back and allowing him full access to her mouth. Soon they were both a tangled mess of limbs. Her hands running down along his sides, across his chest and down around his back, sliding her hands up and under his shirt. Beneath the layer of tawny fur she could feel his warmth, his rippling muscles.

Her mind swam with the rush of emotions that came with each kiss and touch. Trying to recall the name he had told her. His real name. It was at the tip of her tongue, it danced along her lips. "Honore..."
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When she said his name, he felt his heart leap. They had passed the point of no return, now they were tumbling into a chasm where the inevitable would happen. The events seemed slow down as his mouth explored her body. His hands clinging to her, sliding along her soft fur, feeling her instinctively rock her hips towards him. He huffed, as he lay atop her. Then, things became as a blur. His passion fused with her longing, as he took her.

He lay beside her after, his breathing deep and slow. He looked more like an older one eyed version of Antoine than the feral Honore. His head resting on his arm, while the other wrapped protectively around her. His jacket covering them both. The fire crackling as the wood snapped and popped.

"It was not love, it was just lust." He told himself. At least, that quieted the nagging guilt he felt for letting himself go so far.




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What came next was a blur to her as well. When it had all started she never thought to take it so far. But she gave in to every wanton desire, becoming intimately acquainted with the coyote's body. Both wordlessly seeking their own pleasure and succumb to the inevitable. In the end she lay in a content heap beside him, curled up on her side, nuzzled against his body.

She didn't mean for it to happen. It never should have. Blaming it on curiosity, on the primal need between a male and female. But damn how he turned her out. The whole time she completely neglected the wound that was still fresh in her sides. All the rough action of today would have torn it open, but the tight wrappings kept the bleeding to a minimum. Basking in their aftermath, the slight irritation in her side ignored for now.

Sleep tugging at her, finally relaxed enough to slip into a light sleep.
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The morning came cold and sharp. He woke up stiffly and checked her. She was still warm. He shrugged off the jacket and left her wrapped in it while he threw more logs on the fire. They had to get food, and better shelter. Even with their furry coats, the cold was not letting up. They could travel better during the day.

He found some edible berries and returned to the camp. With a gentle nudge he woke her up.

"Eat. We have a long journey ahead." He said quietly.

Then, he put out the fire and began to break down the site, scattering any evidence of their existence from this place. Covering the smoldering remains of the fire with snow and using a branch to brush out the campsite, to an untrained eye it would appear that nothing ever happened there. Which was exactly what he wanted.

"C'mon get up, we have to get going now. We must travel deeper in. We are not far from the hamlet of Waterdeep." He said as he shouldered his pack. The sun shone brightly down upon them, and the air was still. By midday, Patch did not feel the bite of the cold as strongly.

They arrived at Waterdeep in the afternoon. Patch still had some money on him and he used it to buy them lodging at the inn. The buildings of Waterdeep were of both stone and wood design. They had thatched roofs, and the windows were small and heavy leaded. The village itself was positioned by a large lake, and surrounded by fields. There was a windmill that powered a sawmill and grain mill. There was an iron smith, bakery, thatcher, weaver, carpenter, butcher, a small general store, a small church/school, and a scattering of homesteads. A few boats were beached by the lake, they seemed to belong to fishermen.

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She woke slowly, the cold had her stirring slower then usual. Her body still so chill, aching. Rolling onto her hands and knees she shook herself. Getting to her feet she dressed, thanking Patch for the light breakfast. He was much more of a survivor then she had first thought. He had proven to be many things in such a short period of time.

She didn't say a word while Patch lead the way. It almost seemed as if nothing notable had happened last night. And she was fine with it. When they came upon the village Nic was a little more apprehensive about getting to know anyone. The fear was still there too. But having a warm place to stay and stable roof over their heads was good. Taking the time to tend to her stitching with a medical kit that they had picked up earlier.

Locking herself in the bathroom to work.

"What do we do now, fearless leader?" She grinned at that.
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He warmed his hands by the fire.

"I could use a stiff drink." He replied.

Then, he brushed off his jacket. He checked his gear, and changed into his uniform. At least for now, it may work. He tore an old shirt and wrapped it around his scarred eye, taking the patch off and stuffing it in his bike jacket. He belted the saber around his waist, and tucked his dagger into his boot. Then he adjusted his shirt and collar, shining the buttons, but not too much.

He was, after all, a ragged soldier returning from a war. Right?

He smiled as he inspected the final result. With a satisfied nod he knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'm going downstairs to the bar." He stated, then he was off.


The bar was relatively quiet. A well endowed rabbit stood behind it washing up some mugs. She smiled when she saw Patch, and sidled up to him.

"Whatcher poison sirrah?" She asked with a grin.

The coyote ordered a pint of ale, and the special. The rabbit gave him a knowing smile and poured up a tall glass of the frothy amber drink, then went into the kitchen. She returned with a heaping plate of stew.

"Strange to see you are getting such food in these parts." Patch remarked, his voice a low growl.

The rabbit barked a laugh. "Oi yessir, see, we're quite lucky to 'ave th' protection of our Lord lookin out for us. Ain't no tellin what's knockin round th' woods these days. Or Lord, 'e provides us with th' means to make a livin and only takes a small portion of our earnin's in tax. This, goes towards equippin our men to go an fight in th' war." She replied with a smile.

"The war?" The coyote asked.

"Aye, tha's right. Tween us and them stinkin Overlanders. Tell you what, this town ain't for Overlander scum, or Overlander sympathizers. The only good Overlander is a dead one! Right boys?!"

There was a roar of agreement and the clinking of tankards. The coyote looked around, and saw he was surrounded by a menagerie of mobians. They were dressed in meager garb, but they all seemed in good spirits. It was a tough crowd, but they seemed good enough.

"Have you got tobacco?" He asked.

The rabbit pointed to a selection of cigarettes, cigars, and loose tobacco in jars along the wall. Patch bought two packs of cigarettes and a fresh lighter. He opened a pack, savoring the sweet aroma, then tapped out a cigarette and lit it. He finished his meal, and continued to smoke.

"So how long have you been in the field soldier boy?" The rabbit asked.

Patch noted the ears pricking and eyes turning in his direction.

"Long enough, too long. I... would rather not talk about it." He replied grimly. He looked at the rabbit his gaze cold. He noted how she tensed then quickly averted her eyes returning her interest to her work.

"You stay as long as you need to sir. This place is a safe haven for our noble veterans. " She replied this time showing more respect.

"Merci, madame lapine."

The coyote, paid the bar maid, then made his way over by the large stone hearth where he flopped down into an overstuffed chair. He sat there drinking his second pint and smoking thoughtfully as the fire warmed his feet.
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Nic was busy working on her own needs to pay much attention elsewhere. When Patch proclaimed he was leaving she only called out a quick, 'alright' and was done with it. Of course she hoped he stayed safe. She was considering getting a drink too but she had just popped a few painkillers and mixing may not have been a good idea. Changing the wrapping had been easy, it was redoing the stitches that were a pain. But it was done, but it was longer then she had hoped. Disposing of her used items she dressed and hung around the room for a while longer before she headed to the bar.

At first she got some of the darker looks, or were they lewd? Either way she didn't feel very welcomed. Heading to the bar she ordered a shot and easily threw it back. Inquiring about Patch and was readily pointed in his direction. Watching how smug he looked, and rather content, she didn't bother him. Paying for her drink she left as soon as she could. Since the attack on the other town she was weary, looking about for any signs that would lead to trouble.

The first place on her list was the blacksmith, wondering what goodies she might be able to find. Maybe snatch. She admired the Mobians that worked the furnace and molten metals. The craft always did amaze her.
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The blacksmith's shop was a busy place. There were two furnaces burning white hot, and two master smiths along with apprentices. On the walls in an orderly arrangement were the tools that the smith used in creating the various goods. There were four anvils, and two large stone basins of water. The finished products were neatly arranged on shelves each bearing a tag that gave the invoice number, and owner.

It would seem that the majority of work done here was of a military purpose. Armor was being repaired, swords were either being made or repaired, as well as axes sharpened, made, or repaired. There were also tools used for the lumber trade which seemed to flourish in this village. There were trinkets as well. Things for the home, from everyday tools, to puzzles and games.

The smith's assistant nodded to the weasel. He was a young lad about 16, a red squirrel like Elias. His fur was a burnt umber and his eyes were strikingly blue. He walked over to the weasel and greeted her.

"Can I help ya miss?" He said in a thick Irish accent.
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At first glance Nic knew this place couldn't help her. She needed a new gun, and judging by the work here it would be too low class and pretty much worthless. But that didn't stop her from greeting the younger male when he addressed her. "Just takin' a quick look, nice place." Guessing she might as well have some fun while they lingered she decided to flirt ceaselessly with the younger Mobian. Managing to sneak in a few questions, at some point she had to stop to process the information. It seemed someone ran this town, pretty well, but there was some level of fear.

Before she pushed any further she gave the squirrel some parting words and a wink before leaving. The tailor was next on her list of places. Hitting it up to get something a little more fashionable. Again she was met with something that seemed to be taking a step back in time. She missed the city dearly. Passing that she passed the schoolyard.

She heard the children playing, laughing, and singing a rather ominous song. Watching them curiously, hands tucked into her pockets.

"I wonder how Patch is takin' to this place." Nothing sit right here.
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The children ran around some playing tag, and others jumping rope.
There were some that joined in a game, and as they played they sang a song that went something like this:

"Ring a round a rosy
Pocket full of posey
ashes ashes
we all fall down."

At that point, the children fell down in a fit of giggles.



Patch had his fill and finishing his cigarette he trudged upstairs, took a nice long, hot shower, and washed the grime and blood from his fur. He brushed his teeth, then collapsed into the bed. He sank down into it, and fell into a deep sleep.





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She shook her head, leaving the kids to their own doing. Returning back to their lodging some time later. Of course in just enough time to catch Patch out cold in bed. Closing the door and locking it behind her, she figured they could use the time to relax so she didn't dare bother him, even though he took up most of the bed. After what he had done for her he could have it. Stretching out her still sore limbs, searching the room for something to slip into. A pair of robes hung within the wooden closet. Making a face she had nothing else to change into. Feeling grimy in the same clothes. Having learned how to tend to herself she made it a habit of knowing how to use the simplest means to get by. Washing up her shirt and pants in the sink and hung them to dry over the rim of the tub.

Now she was locked up in the room with a sleeping, possibly drunken coyote. Guess it could be worse. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stared off into space, considering what she could do now. Where could she go from here. Once home what then?
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He rolled over mumbling in his sleep, "No... I am not afraid of you. I will never be afraid of you... try it... just go on... ARGH!" He visibly winced. His stomach tightened and he rolled up into a fetal position. He lay there whimpering like a scared puppy. "Papa.... mama.... no mama... no don't go mama. No don't leave me. I can't fix you, please... see the doctor... the doctor mama... the doctor is good here. No mama, don't sleep now. Please don't go..." His face contorted in pain, as tears wet his cheeks. He gripped the pillow tightly, his body shaking then he woke up with a start. He sat up gasping. His heart was racing in his chest. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, of the setting sun, and he saw Nic.

He said nothing to her. Words just were not working for him at this point. Then, he lay back down staring at the ceiling.


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At first Nic thought Patch was talking to her. But before she could answer him with a weary look he writhed and groaned in his sleep. Blinking and trying to reach out to him. Unsure whether she should have woken him up or not, the sorry in his words and the sudden rain of tears made her stomach turn. Before she could even give him a moment of comfort he woke with and start and had her nearly falling off the bed.

There was a long pause and silence between them before she finally spoke up. "Patch..." Shifting in the bed she wouldn't ask any questions, tentatively reaching out to touch his hair, fingers running through the soft locks. She couldn't tell if his hair was wet from sweat or the shower he had taken earlier. Combing it out and scratching behind his ear. Asking if he was 'ok' seemed like a stupid question.
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He closed his eye when she scratched him behind his ear. Instinctively, he put his hand up to cover the ugly scar where his right eye should have been. He rolled over onto his side turning his back to her, trying to hide the disgusting reminder of his arrogance against Scourge.

"You seem to be getting better. I must take you back to the city. You are missing out on commissions out here..." He said flatly. "The deal has changed now. I cannot pay you for the star posts, nor do I want them. It is useless for me to return to Moebius. I think I shall find my way around here. There are things about this place, questions... that need answering. I think I want to find out, and perhaps try and redeem myself for my previous failures."

There was something sad in his tone. Yet, it had to be said. It was not fair that he put her through all the pain. That he caused her to get shot. That he angered the doctor's daughter. He had a lot of making up to do.






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She frowned when he rolled onto his side. It was as if he was avoiding her. It wasn't as if she was completely unaware of the scar, but more like it seemed like something natural. It was a mark of a hard life. Trials and accomplisments. He shouldn't have worn it with disdain like he did.

It was the words that followed that hurt her the most. After all of this did he really assume she was just going to leave? Sure, it would be the smart thing, the right thing. But it wasn't her thing. In a flash of movement she was on top of him, pinning his arms over his head and sitting on his waist. Glaring down at him, her tail flickering behind her. "Now ya listen here, I got this far with ya, I aint turnin' back now. I finish a job, get me? And don't ya go changing and giving up yer goals like that. And if that is what yer planning to do, then I'm in. Don't think ya can go on an adventure without me."
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He looked up at her. Then turned his head to the side trying to hide his scar.

"I have put you through enough pain Nicolette. There is nothing to benefit from you staying with me." He said quietly.

"If you stayed with me, what is to say that you will not be put in anymore danger? Our deal is off. I cannot pay you for the star posts." He repeated.

The muscle in his jaw tightened.



Meanwhile, a camp was set up just beyond the outer border of Castle Acorn. Fires burned sending glowing embers flickering up into the night sky. There was something eerie. From the watchtower, one could just barely make out the light, then it started. The fires roared up through the fields as homesteads went up in flame. They seemed to come from all directions, an army of five hundred thousand. They crashed against NICOLE'S defenses as a great wave. All who were left outside the city were destroyed. Their heads staked upon tall poles and raised as a grisly display of the leader's judgement.

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She didn't lighten up, holding him in place and frowning when he didn't fight back. There was something more to this and she wasn't liking how left out she felt. Her eyes narrowed, ears pinning back. She dared to lean in and snap her jaws just an inch from his muzzle. Growling every word that came next. "Shut. Up. I got this far, there's no goin' back. SO just take it, damnit." The urge to hurt him came next, but that she could keep in check. For now there was nothing waiting for her back home. Just simple and sleazy side jobs that gave her no satisfaction. But here, with him, she could experience something she had been missing. Danger. Suspense. And he was a rather giving lover to top it off. It was all enough to keep her here.

"I'm stayin'." That was final.


She had made it to the castles barriers in just enough time to avoid the sudden onslaught of the wolf pack. But it wasn't her own two feet that got her there. A familiar blue blur had managed to pick her up on the way of one of his runs. It was a blessing. But not the sight that followed so closely to her arrival. She had begged to speak to the King, anyone in charge.

Alley had nothing more to look forward to. Sticking close to Sonic till he dared to face the ravenous group of savages.


He had never met a group such as this, a threat that so readily killed for the sake of killing. For the first time in ages, Sonic the Hedgehog was at a loss of what he could do. But he was ready to fend off any of those who managed to penetrate NICOLE's force field. Thankfully the power grid was at full power and held well enough.
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Patch turned his head to look at her. He smiled. He kissed her. His legs wrapped around hers, and with surprising strength he pushed her arms down so that he was free of her grip. He wrapped his arms around her lithe waist and kissed her deeply while his hands explored her. Instinct took over.

"I am afraid my dear, we are in over our heads. Yet, I think the people of this village may know more than they are saying. I think this place has a secret, and somehow it's linked with the army we saw earlier." He said as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand.


Meanwhile, the city was under siege. Nothing went in, and nothing came out. Veratus ordered his men to start digging a trench, and using old Robotnik explosives, the job was made easier. The trench circled the walls of Mobotropolis. It was 30 feet wide, and 50 feet deep. He then had his men divert the water from the Big Acorn River into the "moat". By the time they were done, the city was a virtual island. Veratus examined the work then they waited. The water of the city would go stale. Even nanites could not replicate the food people needed without sacrificing resources elsewhere. This was how a siege worked. It was a waiting game. Now Veratus would walk along the edge of the moat shouting to the people of the city.

"Why do you come out and line up for battle? Am I not a Mobian, and are you not the servants of Elias? Then choose your King and have him come down to me. If he is able to fight and kill me, we will become your subjects; but if I overcome him and kill him, you will become our subjects and serve us. Then Veratus said, "This day I defy the ranks of Acorn! Give me your King and let us fight each other."

This continued day in and day out. The jeers and challenges were made. Even with the ballistas and trebuchets, with the crude and technical weaponry both sides had. They were at a gridlock.
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