cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

Ezekiel de le Poer · 04-06-2012, 10:57 PM

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He felt the muscles of the horse under him burning and knew that the battle rage was not his alone. The man and horse were too alike; this was not simply Ezekiel’s home, but that of the stallion. This was his herd. These were invaders and they needed ripped from the earth.

The she wolf had no time to draw another arrow, but steel flashed from under her cloak. Ezekiel threw caution to the wind and urged his horse at her. The older stallion whinnied in challenge, but Viggo was a beast possessed. He snapped at the brown beasts’ neck, and as the she-wolf swung her sword, Ezekiel struck her hand solidly with the stave at his side. She snarled and dropped the weapon in shock.

Both horses reared, striking out with sharp hooves. The advantage here was with the Clydesdale, whose weight alone overpowered the mustang, forcing him back. Ezekiel swung the staff at the rider’s head and found it stopped by a secondary blade. The horses broke away from each other, but it was Viggo who now chased. Both horses broke from the group, dodging between trees until they drew close again. A snarl announced the second attack with the sword, which Zeke countered. He had the advantage of distance, though was startled by a jerk of motion and the dagger that flew through the air and struck him high in the chest.

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