Apr 1, 2020
‘Hear. Hear Me’
The words rolled around the rubble waste like an artillery salvo.
‘I make an offer once’ Angron boomed, slow and leaden.
‘According to the rites of this Arena’
‘Arena?’ Niborran murmured. He looked at Cadwalder. ‘What does he think he is?’
‘Your cause is hopeless’ Angron intoned, wide echoes chasing each syllable ‘You face a foe that cannot be defeated. You are cut off, outnumbered, and defending a ruler too weak to be worthy of your loyalty.’
‘Clem?’ Niborran whispered.
Brohn nodded.
‘My offer,’ Angron brawled. ‘Give. up.’
There was a long silence, broken only by the stirring wind.
‘What is your answer’ Angron demanded
‘This’, said Niborran.