Stand Still to Move
No less than fifty men stood before the Elder, their armor battle-worn but well maintained. The one carrying the standard was sitting atop a horse and looking smug, better armored than his men. The Captain planted the standard in the ground before trotting forward.
“Stand aside old man; I have no time for this foolishness.” His voice was strong, overconfident and arrogant.
The Elder leaned heavily on his staff as he spoke, “I have seen enough soldiers pass this way M’Lord, there is plenty of room for you to go around.” His voice sounded frail, nothing like it was a few moments before.
The Captain sneered, “kill him,” and turned away. Three soldiers approached, laughing a little as they drew their swords, yet scarcely had the blades left their scabbards and the bodies of the soldiers fell to the ground.
“I believe, M’Lord, your soldiers have failed in their task.” This time the Elder stood tall, a long, thin sword in each hand,