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“Your master,” Troforsect began. He took a step forward, “came to us. He was hired by the kingdom and came to us with an offer of riches in exchange for us giving him passage and safety in any upcoming conflicts.” So,” Troforsect took another step closer. Colt had to suppress his smile. “You might serve your master. But your master serves me. Therefore you serve me!” He took another step. He was inches away now. “So, speak!”
Colt knew he needed to strike, but with the generals current state attempting now would be a mistake. He had to get him to open up. Something to show he was on his side. He had the piece that would do it. “I killed your nemesis,” Colt said.
“Who is my nemesis?”
“Oh.” Troforsect let out a small chuckle. “You managed to kill Siguard Rose even when I could not. How did you manage that?”
“Come here and I will tell you. Don’t want you to look weak in front of your men,” Colt said.
Troforsect sighed then took his final step closer to Colt. His chest plate rested against Colt’s shirt. He leaned into Colt’s ear. “Tell me how you did it before I stop caring and gut you.”
Colt pulled the knife and sheath apart. It slid out with ease. The light from above showed down directly on him. He moved his hand slowly. “I did this,” Colt whispered. He swung the knife up. It slashes his chin. A small sliver of blood formed and poured down from his cheek. The figures around him all took out their swords with claterous shings. They surrounded him and Troforsect.”
“Back away sir and we will end this cretin,” said one of the figures.
Colt took a breath. He raised his arms and held the knife’s handle with his thumb and index finger.
Trofrsect removed his gloved hand and wiped the blood away. More blood ran out. He held his hand against his cheek for a minute. His eyes soon drifted as the voice came into his head. “No,” he said. He removed his hand. Blood was smeared all down his palm. “I am fine,” he said.
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes!” Troforsect looked to the dissenter. His eyes were slowly glazing over but still had an edge to them. “Now,” he looked at Colt and held his hand out. “Give me the knife and we can move on with the rest of the master’s plan.”
Colt nodded and handed the knife over. He cleaned it off on his pants for good measure before giving it over.
Troforsect gripped the handle tightly. He spun around to look at his men. “This weapon here,” he held up the knife, “grants those cut by its incredible power.” He slid the knife into his belt, drew his sword and slashed it in front of him. A harsh wind cut the air. A thick, deep line cut through the mud and grass, ending with slashing a tree in two. The bark and leaves fell with a rustling crack. There was a pause. Troforsect sheathed his sword. His soldiers clapped then applauded his work.