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Fleeing The Fight
Kahzo
The night began to grow a dark black shade, an icy chill blanketed the air. Many men and woman gathered at our fort, hoping to stop us, the Undead. One thing they didn't know is that a force such as us does not fall to the hands of mortals so easy. :: They began busting our gate down, hoping to stop us. Perched up above me and my brothers sat perched, striking them down. We crushed them at the hand of Iblees, we reigned power over them, they began to feel our true wrath. Once breached, me and Lodrick sat upon an island of Netherrack, destroying them all. After fighting for many of hours, sadly, our Overlord and our brothers we're slain right below us and we continued to fight with our every will until we ran out of staves and we're bound useless. Weak and outnumbered, me and lodrick we're on the brink of death as they we're approaching us when we decided together to make a decision. We both leaped off of the island, landing below perfectly in a steam. We did what we had to, we ran away, fleeing from the battle. We did not want to suffer the same fate as our brothers. We had escaped carefully and the Undead fort was destroyed. I suppose the damn mortals could consider this a petty "victory" for them.