[indent][indent][b][i]Ofik:[/i][/b][i]Again![/i]

[b]Etor:[/b][i]But father! I've done this over a hundred times.[/i]

[b][i]Ofik: AND YOU WILL DO 100 MORE.[/i][/b]

[b]Etor:[/b][i]Yes father! ...a sword is cooler than a lance though.[/i]

[b][i]Ofik:[/i][/b] Etor. Your battle acumen will grow as you do but you have a darkness in you. Darkness that must always be kept at bay. Death and bloodshed could further plunge you into the abyss. The long spear provides that distance. As "cool" as a sword may be you should always attack first then counter when they close the distance. The key to battle is to hit them more than you are hit. 
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[b][i]Etor:[/i][/b] [b]Damn.[/b]

The Ensi had gotten away and the group had to rush to save him from being ambushed. The two Hellions who came to back him up made him feel better in their own way. Zarif as a scolding but relieved leader and Siris by laughing off any offense that stood before him. The young spearman pretended to be too busy concentrating on the yeeks to hear the cleanup duty remark that Zarif made. However, the flop sweat that followed most definitely gave him away. The yeek warrior that the confident Siris had struck down would've been the end of Etor. 

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As Zarif rides off in what Etor considers a really cool fashion, he feels a tinge of embarrassment. Etor weakly raises his hand towards the mounted rider.

[b][i]Etor:[/i][/b][i] My... my long spear.[/i]

The short spear that Zarif gave him was lighter and easier to maneuver, it was a better weapon for him to use and yet he had always followed his father's wishes to use the heavier long spear. Had his father been stifling him due to the fear of the darkness within Etor? As Siris boasted further, Etor had felt something stir within him. It wasn't an emotion it was something more, something from within, and from the world unseen. He put his hand on the shoulder of the yeek in front of him, barely alive but too base to reconsider any other course of action. He drove the short spear through the weakened yeek, its limp body slumping onto his breastplate, it's blood smearing onto the fledgling spearman.  The yeek's last breathe feed whatever was stirring within him or it soothed it, the young spearman couldn't tell.

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[b][i]Etor:[/i][/b][i]Thanks Siris. I dont know what I would've done without you and zarif.[/i]   

[center][sub][i]Etor stays on [b]21-21[/b] killing yeek #5[/i][/sub][/center]
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