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Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-20-2012, 01:04 PM

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If you have him attack Zeke, I'll have him disarm Col and then Helotes can come in?

The shadowy beast reeked of madness. It was a smell Ezekiel recognized; it was something akin to dry-rot, a sickly sweet smelling thing that overwhelmed even the repulsive musk of a male ready for a fight. All of the Aquila’s senses were aflame; his attention was focused on this threat alone. There was an advantage in size for Columbine, but Ezekiel had spent his life learning to fight. His smaller stature was a compacted body of muscle, lacking all but the faintest traces of fat from where he had store it for winter.

Amber eyes narrowed at the jeer, and he responded only with silence. When the attack came he would meet it—his body was attuned and prepared, steel springs coiled under a pelt of bronze and gold. Ezekiel was a man trained for combat, and versed in it. While his pelt did not show such terrible scars, this was a lie, much like most of his life. Skilled medicine had kept him from scarring. Skilled medicine had erased half of the scars on his face, deep as they were.

This liar, this king of savages and madmen, would not forgive an offense to his throne or his crown. When the dog came, he would cut him down.

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