"Vengarl was known as a raging, deadly warrior. Even Forossa's Lion Knights, a motley crew of rabid fighters, kept him at arm's length."
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"There," Vengarl shouted as he pushed the last prisoner toward the regiment of Mirrah knights, "He's the last of them. Now you deliver on your end."
He had sent out his squire, Benjamin, to scout ahead. Unfortunately a band of Mirrah knights happened upon the boy and he was taken captive. The rest of the Lion Knights said to abandon him, but Vengarl wouldn't dare. Out of all the people he had ever met, Benjamin was the only one who ever considered Vengarl to be more than a crazed warrior. He would not abandon his squire so easily.
"We promised to reunite you two," the commanding knight said, "and Mirrah's knights always keep their word. Bring the prisoner out!" He shouted to his comrades.
"As I said, we promised to reunite you two," the man said as Benjamin was brought forth, bound at the wrists. "And reunited you will be… in death," and before Vengarl could react the knight had drawn his sword, and stabbed the boy through the throat. As blood flowed onto the earth Vengarl could only stare in a mixture of rage and horror, as the only person who he could consider a friend died in front of him. As the knights advanced towards Vengarl he calmly drew his swords, monstrously heavy blades bred for war, and waited.
As the first knight came within reach Vengarl let loose an inhuman roar, and sent the man's head flying. Without hesitation he charged at the rest, and rained death upon them. With one stroke he would cleave a knight in half, with another he would leave a gaping hole where a torso might have been. The battlefield was a canvas, and he was the artist painting it in scarlet hues.
"So what made you decide to squire for a rabid dog like me?" Vengarl asked. Benjamin smiled, "You're not a rabid dog, you're as human as everyone else, and I intend to prove that to you. Prove that you're not some mad beast."
Vengarl could feel tears running down his face as he slaughtered the knights. "I'm sorry," was all he could think as he lost himself in the blood of his foes.
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In the distance a regiment of Lion Knights could hear a roar, followed by screaming. As they arrived at its origin, they were witness to the aftermath of a massacre. At the heart of it all, stained in blood, was Vengarl. Vengarl, the mad animal, cradling the head of a boy and weeping. All while repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."