The Dead war.

Chapter Twenty: Respect Your Leader

I walked back to my tent and shut the flaps I sat down at the small foldable desk I had brought with me. I looked over the map over and over to find anything I had missed or anything that we could do better. I wanted to do this right and I wanted to do this without losing to many of my own men. As I continued to read over the map I noticed a small opening in one of the walls. I walked out and sat the map on a large stump.

"Sebastian." I called. He looked up and walked over to me.

"What is it?" He looked at me and then at the map.

"There is a hole in the wall right here." I mentioned as I pointed at the map. "They could have people hiding in this wall and if that's the case this invasion just got harder." He looked at the map and stroked his beard and then looked at me.

"What do you suggest we do?" He inquired.

"We need to have three or four men check these walls, if they have the walls to hide to get the first shot they have holes in the walls. We need to check these walls before we make our move. If we move too quickly we could be struck down before we are able to make a move." I straightened my back and stood up and folded my arms.

"We only have 18 men, two of which you killed." He raised his eyebrows and looked over at me.

"You want respect, you take it." I paused. "Now we take two men and go to every point in the wall there is four so that would be 6 men, then we have 10 left when the men in the walls give up the go ahead we enter the castle, we need to say we come in peace, when we enter the castle we find the throne room." I explained, He cleared his throat and I looked up.

"What do we need to do in the throne room?"

"I'm going to kill the king." His eyes went wide and I raised my eyebrows and he returned to his stone cold face.

"What if he isn't in the throne room."

"Then we find his office, he has to be in the office or the throne room." I grabbed my map and shoved it into my tent.

"Why you?" He asked, raising his eyes again. "Why do you have to be the one to kill him?" He asked very suspiciously.

"I have my reasons."

"Care to share." He turned to face me.

"I don't have to let you know my reasons, let's just say I have some unfinished business." I replied, folding my arms and walking away. I walked into the woods and practiced my attacks and defenses with my sword. Left, right, up and around. Thrust, down swipe, thrust. Mercy walked over and asked to practice with me. She was good but still not good enough to beat me. We spared for hours and a few minutes before dark. I finally got past her defenses. I spun my swords around hers and spun her sword until it spun out of her hand. I grasped it from mid air, I swung my sword up to her neck pointing the tip of my sword to her throat. I missed breathing fast and tight. My chest rose and fell and I attempted to catch my breath. As I dropped my swords she came rushing at me catching me off guard she grabbed my waist and slammed me to the ground my back slamming against the hard and cold dirt. I snapped my head to look into her eyes and she smirked. I smirked back and I used all the strength I could muster and threw myself to the side I landed on top of her. I grabbed my dagger and held it back up to her throat.

"No one can beat you can they?" She asked, laughing as I pulled her upwards again.

"I'm always one step ahead."

We walked back to the camp with our swords in hand. As I approached the camp I heard talking and my head snapped to the right as I heard my name. I put my hand out to stop mercy from walking and she looked at me confused. I put the tip of my finger to my mouth motioning for her to keep silent. I crouched down to see the man and listen to the conversation.