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Fleeing The Fight
Kahzo
The night began to shade into a dark black, an icy chill blanketed the air. Many men and woman gathered at our fort, hoping to stop the Undead. One thing they did not know was that a elite force such as the Undead cannot fall to the hands of mortals easily. They began calling war cries and busting our gate down, hoping to stop us. Perched above me and my brothers sat using our powers to crush them at the hand of Iblees. We reigned power over them, being above them as an advantage, they felt our true wrath. Once breached and they we're inside me and Lodrick sat upon an island of netherrack, slaughtering them and destroying them all. After fighting for several hours, sadly, our Overlord and our brothers we're slain right below us and me and Lodrick continued to fight. We fought with every last will we had until we began to run out of staves. Weak and outnumbered, me and Lodrick we're on the brink of death as they we're approaching us and me and Lodrick made a decision. We both jumped off of the floating island, landing safely in a stream below. We did what we had to, we ran away, fleeing from battle. We did not want to suffer the same fate as our brothers. We had escaped safely and our fort was destroyed by the forces. I suppose the damn mortals could consider this a petty "victory".