There the knight stood,
with the remnant of her armour clinging onto her.
A glorious warrior was she,
now reduced to a disheveled and helpless prey
to Death's slaughter.
Gripping her rifle
that is stained with blood,
she's now no different from the lowly footmen
whose bodies now strewn across the field.
She sneered at her foolishness
as her knees buckled
under the pain of her gaping wounds.
Benovolence had been dispensable.
The weight of her fully loaded weapon
crushed her ego
like a mocking laughter.
Ripping off the metal plates
that clung onto to her,
she willed herself to get back to her feet.
With gritted teeth,
she rose up
and took a aim.
She did not hesistate.
Vengence was in her veins.
She strode towards the battlefield
and stuck a gunpoint at their heads.
Who cares if the rifle is a long range weapon?
Nothing beats a close look
at their cowardly face of defeat.
The warm blood that splashed
on her face
cleansed the murk of her past defeat.
But back in reality,
the fallen warrior is still sprawled
on the ground.
She felt the chill of Death at her temple,
as the enemy cornered her
with a gunpoint on her head.
"Do you have a death wish?"
the Dark Knight asked his hostage.
A bitter smile twisted across her lips.
She might as well end it gloriously.
She closed her eyes.
The gun lifted from her head
as the cold grip of the iron gloved hand
seized around her wrist
and brought her to her knees.
Her eyes fluttered opened in surprise
as Dark Knight made his proposal.
"What would you say if we have a merger?"
His meanacing grin
could hardly be concealed behind his helmet,
as his deathly gaze
burned into her dilated pupils.
The wind howled,
mourning the death of her fallen troops.
But no tears were shed.
The sole survivor lowered her head onto the floor,
in a subdued bow
to her new master.
The victorious roar from the Dark Troops
hardened her heart
as she slumped feebly across the enemy's horseback.
There will be time
for revenge.
Right now,
they are allies.
But only for now.
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