Post by KanuTGL on Jan 12, 2015 14:29:14 GMT
"Sumai, sir. What are we to do about the fallen?" asked Mlezi.
Sumai remained still for a moment. Silent, contemplating. He glanced around him; the numerous bodies of both friends and foes lay strewn across the area, outlined in the pale moonlight and the orange flicker of his own flaming shield. The general looked back to the winged lion caught in the jackal's grasp. The fool. The little fool... "He will be detained." Sumai said "And he will assist us in the collection and burial of the fallen." The leader strode forwards, stopping a breath away from the Mwani lion. Sumai's expression was grim, his green eyes narrowed. "You are now a prisoner of war. You will obey the orders given to you, if you value your life. One step out of line, and I will see to it that it will be your last." Without another word, Sumai swivelled round, addressing Anapa as he went. "He will be in your charge. If he causes trouble, you may do whatever is needed to subdue him."
Sumai marched forwards, found a protruding rock appropriate for standing on and climbed it to face his pride. "The battle is won." he said, simply. He paused for a moment, as to not interrupt the cheer that erupted from the warriors below. It was a cheer filled with much underlying pain, but a cheer none the less. There was a faint hint of a smile on the general's face, before he spoke again: "However, the enemy is not defeated. They will return. They will attempt to reclaim their land. But we will be ready for them when they come! We are Belbel - we are strong, brave. We are unrelenting!" He paused once more, before continuing. "Edai, Kilio, Sheki. You will stand guard until dawn. Use your abilities well. Alert us at the slightest sign of trouble. The rest of you, get some rest. Tend to your wounds. There is much work to be done in the morrow." And with this, the general stepped down from the rock. He passed through the ranks, thanking each of his soldiers in turn, before he, rather than going in to the cave, climbed to the top of the den. He preferred a high vantage point. From here he could see far and wide, and it also offered some solitude. Some time to think. This night had been long and a gruesome set of tasks awaited them come daylight. The skirmish was over, but the real battle - the war... had probably barely begun.
Sumai remained still for a moment. Silent, contemplating. He glanced around him; the numerous bodies of both friends and foes lay strewn across the area, outlined in the pale moonlight and the orange flicker of his own flaming shield. The general looked back to the winged lion caught in the jackal's grasp. The fool. The little fool... "He will be detained." Sumai said "And he will assist us in the collection and burial of the fallen." The leader strode forwards, stopping a breath away from the Mwani lion. Sumai's expression was grim, his green eyes narrowed. "You are now a prisoner of war. You will obey the orders given to you, if you value your life. One step out of line, and I will see to it that it will be your last." Without another word, Sumai swivelled round, addressing Anapa as he went. "He will be in your charge. If he causes trouble, you may do whatever is needed to subdue him."
Sumai marched forwards, found a protruding rock appropriate for standing on and climbed it to face his pride. "The battle is won." he said, simply. He paused for a moment, as to not interrupt the cheer that erupted from the warriors below. It was a cheer filled with much underlying pain, but a cheer none the less. There was a faint hint of a smile on the general's face, before he spoke again: "However, the enemy is not defeated. They will return. They will attempt to reclaim their land. But we will be ready for them when they come! We are Belbel - we are strong, brave. We are unrelenting!" He paused once more, before continuing. "Edai, Kilio, Sheki. You will stand guard until dawn. Use your abilities well. Alert us at the slightest sign of trouble. The rest of you, get some rest. Tend to your wounds. There is much work to be done in the morrow." And with this, the general stepped down from the rock. He passed through the ranks, thanking each of his soldiers in turn, before he, rather than going in to the cave, climbed to the top of the den. He preferred a high vantage point. From here he could see far and wide, and it also offered some solitude. Some time to think. This night had been long and a gruesome set of tasks awaited them come daylight. The skirmish was over, but the real battle - the war... had probably barely begun.
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