Mighty Hammer Down

by David J Guyton

"Do you think it's too late Master Rommus?" Vohl yelled over the thundering hooves.

  "Yes it's too late. The Medorans have obviously reached the river by now. I can hear them fighting even from here. I only hope that there were not too many casualties on our side from the spikes."

  Alana looked over at him from her galloping horse. "Do you think that we have a chance at winning this war?"

  "There is always a chance. I can't see the size of the Bhoor army from here, but I know it's large. The Medorans are intimidated. I can feel it."

  "Is that part of your power? You can feel what the army feels?"

  "I don't know anything about any kind of power. All I can do is summon the armor and swing this sword. For all I know, the gods have taken all my powers from me."

  Alana's chain mail rang with a chorus of tiny clicks as she rode. "Do you think you're safe Rommus? Are you immortal like a real god?"

  Rommus shook his head as his horse ran beneath him. "Alana, I have no idea. I don't intend to let anyone stab me to find out."

  "Shouldn't you put that armor on Master Rommus?" Vohl yelled.

  Rommus didn't answer but instead just called the armor. A bright red flash filled his vision and temporarily disoriented the horses. They eventually regained their bearings and continued towards the Medoran army at lightning speed. Rommus felt a cold chill in his stomach as they cleared the city limits and saw the immense battle taking place on the south side of Burnhamheade. If the helmet didn't hide his expression, the other two would see a look of fear. He was not afraid of dying, but he feared that the Empire of Medora was about to fall before his eyes. His jaw hung open in amazement until his teeth were jarred together from the violent motion of the horse.

  "What will we do when we get there Master Rommus?"

  "We do the only thing we can do. We kill."

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