So there I was. Twenty strong knights, in their youth. In a near perfect circle waiting for the command of the so called president, Fleetcom. "Charge him!" I had three seconds before I was killed by multiple pikes. Suddenly, my trusty friend called out my name out and came in with a helicoptor. In the back was a man firing off many rounds from his machine gun. The twenty knights were killed, Fleetcom jumping off of the hill like I planned to do to land in the lake. As the president was flipping me off I was about asked who saved me, but that is for another night. |