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King Mark

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Date Posted: 14:15:33 01/20/05 Thu
In reply to: Lord Draaven 's message, "Ladders to Fire" on 13:21:23 01/20/05 Thu

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Mark had moved along with Draaven from about his own whereabouts, and now, he was standing with his infantry of two thousand man, each one guarded with their own weapons and armor. Upon his dark dapple grey Spanish stallion, Mark stood in front of his men, with his leading General, Leo, to his side. His dark gaze watched as the two played with the magical powers, Draaven killing off many men with his actions, and the Roman wall crumbling some bit more. His hands held tight to the leather reins about the horses neck, his sword in ready position. Mark then turned his stallion around. Drawing his sword with a quick free flowing motion. Thrusting it up in the air once more, he called out for his archers. Archers! I call upon you! To the Roman wall! Take down their men with your aim and skill! As the man yelled out their battle cries, Mark watched as his front line of archers moved with a rushed force to the walls. The first pits being drawn up as quickly as possible, and the arrows being dipped into the fire and then shot down. Taking out the French army one by one, the arrows coming by the thousands. The unit moved easily together, one row shooting while the other loaded. Each man skilled in his profession. Mark�s gaze watched Draaven, awaiting his next moved. His stallion danced eagerly beneath him, clad in his own protective armor.

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