Hearing a whistling sound, Solomon quickly twirled Emerald Wyvern in his right hand, knocking the bucket to the side. Searching the crowd for the source of the attack, he saw him. True, he was not as roughed up as he was in their last encounter, but Solomon recognized the long red hair, and the strange blunted blade.
"Phoenix," Solomon scowled, "what are you doing? did you not hear the warning of the World Weaver?"
As he said those words, Solomon could see the scene before him. Phoenix had just been exiled, and had taken a large contingent of men into the Nestor Delta. Solomon had ridden out with a host of his household to capture them. They met on a flat land, and the two groups clashed in a mess of limbs, steel, and blood. Solomon had just beheaded his sixth man when the traitor had attacked him. The two clashed for what deemed like hours, but their dance had only lasted a few minutes as they carved any enemy who attempted to stop them. Eventually the two were forced to part their blades, and vacanted the field of battle to tend to their wounded. Solomon let the man leave as a gift for giving him such a challege, and he had often day dreamed of fighting the man again.
"But now is not the time for the two of us to fight." Solomon thought as he tightened his grip on Emerald Wyvern.
"Phoenix," Solomon scowled, "what are you doing? did you not hear the warning of the World Weaver?"
As he said those words, Solomon could see the scene before him. Phoenix had just been exiled, and had taken a large contingent of men into the Nestor Delta. Solomon had ridden out with a host of his household to capture them. They met on a flat land, and the two groups clashed in a mess of limbs, steel, and blood. Solomon had just beheaded his sixth man when the traitor had attacked him. The two clashed for what deemed like hours, but their dance had only lasted a few minutes as they carved any enemy who attempted to stop them. Eventually the two were forced to part their blades, and vacanted the field of battle to tend to their wounded. Solomon let the man leave as a gift for giving him such a challege, and he had often day dreamed of fighting the man again.
"But now is not the time for the two of us to fight." Solomon thought as he tightened his grip on Emerald Wyvern.