Halberds

    Rook stood facing the crackling fireplace, hands clasped behind his back, feet slightly apart. Behind him stood twenty men, flickering light dancing on their polished plate mail. Twenty halberds were pointed at him. Twenty sets of frightened eyes watched his every movement.

    "Leave," he said with calm authority, as if addressing a servant. "Leave, and tell your superiors that the house was empty. You are still young," he said, turning around to face them. "Some with wives and children. I do not wish death on any of you, but know this. If you choose to draw steel... I. Will. Not. Hesitate."

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Music of the now: Power Hour, by Freddie Wong and DeStorm