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His shoulders ached as he ran through the field, blood, his comrades and his enemies both coats the ground alongside the bodies of scale and chain mailed warriors bearing tabards of Valean green and Mantelian White lay in the field with lances, spears, swords, axes and maces laying by their masters sides as their horses were as well. He looked back and saw the beast, armored in white chainmail and with the black spear of Mantle emblazoned on his chest as he ran after him with his own sword raised. He turned his head forward and kept running, he saw his sword lying in the gut of a Mantelion knight, coated red in blood and painting it's hilt and guard red.

He ran faster and finally reached the corpse and as he reached to grip his blade his foot caught forcing him into a tumble over the warm corpse of his former foe and into the thick mud and blood of the field that filled his visor for a moment before he scrambled to his feet and turning to face his foe, bringing up his shield and preparing for his foes assault only to see the form of his opponent bisected by the neck, spilling the man's guts,blood and other fluid onto the field as the man, no older than him onto the ground.

The man choked out a final sob and fell revealing a short black haired youth wearing black scale mail and holding a massive thin blade with a wider one being held in another pair of hands made of shadow. The youth's eyes seemed to shine red as he looked over at the warrior.

"Hello Sir Knight, a wonderful war we're having here today eh?" Sir Julius Arc of Vale threw off his helm and vomited onto the ground. "Oh so that's how your days been, no worries friend, it only gets easier." And as he sat there unknowing of his fate in this world Julius prayed to any that would listen for strength in his coming struggles.

This is probably the first POV thing i've written in a while so I do hope that I am hoping that I wrote it well, also as always have a good day, always review, your friend.

-LP