Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825012810

Crimson leaned back on his knees, staring down at his mask in the side where he’d dropped it. It stared back at him.

''You try to hold back, but you’re weak. ''   The voice echoed in his mind. It was himself, his true self, the one he’d been containing, the one who he let out when he held a blade in his hand.

You know it in your soul. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes again, as if he was meditating here in the sand.

''You’re nothing but a hollow shell. A rusty trap.''

Crimson opened his eyes. There was newfound clarity in them. The time has come

“You’re free to go.”  Heartbender said to the assembled group. “Judgement has been rendered.”

“No.”  Crimson said quietly, rising to his feet. His expression could only be described as determined.

Heartbender looked down at the Keshik leader and scowled. He even managed to make that look handsome. “No?”

“No more.”  Crimson growled. “It ends here.”

Heartbender glanced to the sword belt in Diana’s hands, his own weapon held comfortably in his hand. His smile was concealed-- anyone who didn’t know Bender would’ve missed it. But Crimson saw it.

“You want to fight me?”





   “No, I don’t want to fight you. But I will. We’re going to finish this. Here, and now. The Keshik will have its answer of who deserves to lead, because there will only be one of us left.”  The Archer sounded tired, and very weary, but resolute.

He held his arm out to the side. “Diana, my belt.”