Day 2

Green, Corbett and Cedric mowed down the enemies before them with their steel and fists when necessary. There was no elegance to their killing. There was no grace, form or structure to their hits, slashes or strokes. They were not the great warrior poets Keegan Whitemane had taught them to be. They were just men trying to escape a battlefield gone wrong. And they were simply trying to escape with their lives intact while their commander had his head destroyed by a stray shot of a cannon.