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Lupus hands were shaking as he Loosely gripped his blade, the soldiers Behind cheered until they were silenced by an uncharacteristic Scream "ARRRRGHHH THAT SCUM WILL NEVER STOP SPEAKING HE'S DEAD BUT HE STILL CHATTERS!" In absolute frustration The Lord ripped out his sword watching the limp figure collapse in a heap, with another shout he stabbed it again and again, it was as if his mind had shattered, many of his troops shivered with fear, they knew he had a fiery temper but here something was wrong.

with a final act of frustration Lupus ran the large Sword through the Jaw of his Undead Adversary, severing it afterwards he stood up chest heaving due to rage and sheathed his sword ignoring the Blood which now Stained his Armour He shot a glare at Dracien, an hung his head resting it in one palm, as he Mounted his Horse "Onwards Brothers, To Engel!" he shot off in a wild gallop down the dusty Road, one by one The Guardsmen began to march.

Thomas and the Wolf's Guard were marching towards the outskirts of the Forest, still singing their Memorial as they carried the Dead High on Shields.

Lupus made his way to the castle gate it was a large castle made up of a cross between Viking halls and a Pagoda. The dusty Streets were lined with Sakura trees as the people began cheering Soldiers had come home and heir lord was safe, while the troops met with their families Lupus walked into the hall looking over his shoulder constantly before Slumping into his chair, soon he ordered a Letter he had Written to be sent to Queen Katherine.

There was somebody who could walk with danger. It was a scarred soldier with exotic armor, with a helmet that covered half of his face. "Somebody has to oppose this monster." He yelled out, walking past many of the tents. His voice carried through the entire camp. It was time that this rebellion was organized, and if he didn't do it, no on would.

The exotically armored man would turn to jack. What was seen of his face was a happy calm smile. He returned the bow with just as much flourishing. "No. No. The pleasure is all mine. Are you here to destroy the chaotic lord?" The man asked. The smile on his lips never left. It never changed.

The armored man turned around, half his face obscured by an interesting helmet. He pointed at the masses of tents. "Those are the ones who see this man as a tyrannical enemy. I'm just their. . . voice. To me, all this man is, is an opportunity." He replied calmly. His voice did have some sort of soothing property. The crescent of his smile was obscured by the metal of the helmet, but it was there. It was always there. Through sleet, snow, hail. It never left. "Why? Why, indeed. Perhaps the reason why is the same reason that is behind your coming here to learn."

The armored speaker would watch Jack with intrigued eyes. "The most amazing thing about humans is their determination to strive for a better life, against any odd or any obstacle. It's also the most disgusting thing. They always strive for more and more, and follow any blind promise. What one had, another can take." He said shaking his head. He didn't strive for such things anymore. Now he strove for lesser things. He followed behind Jack taking a couple steps to view the entirety of the slovenly camp.