Chapter twenty-one, Luke

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We all can't move, not even me as we all collectively stare at the man's face, I know this man I've red about him, heard stories and so much more but this isn't really him with these glazed over eyes.
"Alexander"
I nearly whisper, this is Alexander Maxwell thought dead by millions, even me and Scarlet. Genius scientist tactician and Commander of Lydia and ex royal. right in front of us but so different a little older his black hair still the same, Lydias crest as a birthmark on the side of his neck but his green eyes once sparking with right are so cold and almost lifeless, but still he looks good for a man in his mid forties. Commander Katz can't move, likely can't even think but Scarlet, Scarlet looks the worse out of all of us but unlike us she doesn't freeze she runs back in blades clashing left, right then right again with such practice ease you'd think they would have done it a thousand over, and all I can do is watch and then something else hits me, Scarlet is more of a captain then I'll ever be, Genius engineer, born tactician. And I have her as my deputy, funny. She might just be the death of me, but I need to step in clearly I pick up my sword and instead of joining her I yell.
"Scarlet!"
And then with such quick moments she ducks to get out of the way of Alexanders blow tosses her dagger into the other hand and I throw the sword which she catch's with her left hand again with practiced ease an blocks Alexanders attack they go back and forward like in a loop, but something is off about Scarlets moments there slower then normal not as calculated, she's holding back, but why? This man is trying to bloody kill her.

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