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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 13:27:00 GMT -5
Ragnar is angry enough to make one more attempt to get through to Redwyne. Meanwhile, he yells at the men to protect the ships.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 13:42:52 GMT -5
Ragnar cuts his way through the rising dead to get to the former lord of the Arbor as his men fall around him. Shaun arches an eyebrow and looks at the Valyrian sword he wields. He shrugs and raises his blade.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 13:48:44 GMT -5
Ragnar charged at Shaun with a roar of fury. He was beyond caring about his own safety at this point. All he knew was that Redwyne was the greatest threat his people had known for a long time, and he was determined to kill him or die trying.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 13:51:48 GMT -5
Round 1:
Ragnar: 174 (-10) Shaun: 197
Ragnar's charge is awkward, and the emotionless knight steps aside from his first swing, then his odd looking sword stabs deep into the warlord's thigh. He waves off the dead about him who could end the fight by overwhelming him. "This is for the pain of my people," he intoned solemnly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 13:53:07 GMT -5
Round 2:
Ragnar: 114 Shaun: 110
The men cross blades again and again, Shaun's sword somehow a match for the sharp magic steel of the Ironborn. Behind Ragnar his men are trying to get aboard the ships, many dying in the effort to raise and fight again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 13:56:24 GMT -5
Round 3:
Ragnar: 137 (-20) Shaun: 159
Shaun steps around the fierce fighter and slashes him again. As blood spills, steam rises in the air at the hot liquid flowing. "Run, Ironborn. Tell your people what is coming for them," Shaun chuckled as they fought, the sound mechanical and dead. "Tell them that death will not end their suffering."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 14:13:05 GMT -5
Ragnar cursed but he realised that the battle was hopeless and called the retreat. He felt ashamed by the need for it but the situation seemed hopeless. He was no coward but nor did he believe in fighting a battle they couldn't win.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 14:20:30 GMT -5
The dead open a rank as the wounded lord flees. He clambers aboard his ship and sees only a few dozen of his crew live. Hundreds have died, and of the thirty vessels sent to the village only a dozen undermanned ones scramble away. The warrior hacks apart the dead who still infest the hulls and, turning back, a mist begins to settle over the grim village, as the former reach lord looks down at the writhing body of Pol Greyjoy with a smile.
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