my lord, i think it would be best to fight any major enemies in a tournament style battle. letting the lowest ranked members fight up to you. (to keep things interesting)

be quiet you barbaric joor *slaps teller* the king has not yet spoken. go sit over there somewhere and wait.

good thing it was just a double *throws larry in the trash* now wait your turn.

Just when I thought I wouldn't have a challenge, I was thrown into a bubble bath! I couldn't believe such courtesy would come from my enemy, when I feel that my beloved queen was fighting him. I return just when Teller is painting his cat's nails, and scream out of rage: "How dare you raise a hand at my lady!" My blood boils like it never had before, my rage dissipates the very air around me, as my enemy twitches, uncomfortable at the presence of such malevolous energy.

Still, that cat was the first to agravate me, as I was very well clean before the bubble bath it sent me to, and I felt like it wanted such a bath to hurt me somehow. The thought of it sent chills down my spine, but of pure anger instead of fear. Still, Teller has that sarcastic smile in his face, that tells me he cares that I know he dared try to fight with Tenkai. "Well, she came at me first" he spoke, but his words were much slower, much too slow, as by the time they escaped his mouth, something much more important had happened. I was not in his sight, and curiously, nor was his cat. Perturbed for the first time, he looks around, first calmly, but then a little bit quicker, finally calling its name.

"Looking for this?" I ask, with a devilish smile crossing my face, as Tenkai's eyes lock into the sight I present to him: his cat, firmly pierced up to half of my sword, obviously long dead. "I dare say, this would look nice in a spike" I keep going, seeing as his own rage starts filling his entire being. Yet I have no time for games, this individual has challenged me, and dared raise a hand at my queen, as my energy pours out, claiming for air, and concentrates in my blade, that burns the corpse to a brisk, then to nothing. Another breath, and I have my hand firmly in Teller's face, as I gently push him into a tree a full mile away from the hill. I jump back, to see the sight of Teller stampled against the tree, which was quickly covered by the dust risen from my dashing him faster than the blink of an eye.

"You must be new here. I don't require something like cells to survive." the morning dew from the grass around us started to gather to one spot, and turned black. i rose from the puddle with a rather expressionless face. annoying veterans FACK had wiped out long ago, thinking they're any better now. no need for me to get involved though when vault is out here, so i simply walk to the nearest tree and lean against it, ready to give support when needed.

Wait i thought we were supposed to say...
my hill

He is sleeping now, in his bed. It is my only chance to act.

If he will not give me back my soul... I will have to take his.

My blade gently runs across the man's finger. Blood trickles from the wound, dripping to the floor. Thirty seconds later, the ritual is complete. With my soul returned, and his newly added, I am free to leave. Just as I begin to walk outside, the man begins to stir.

I run, straight for the tree about a mile away from here. It appears as though I might make it. I may be free, free from this cursed palace. The man's life force is drained from him. He can feel himself getting weaker as his soul slips farther and farther away. He drops to one knee, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he fires the gun.

My back lights up in a fiery pain. I fall to the ground, quickly bleeding out. My legs seem inoperable, so I use my arms to pull me closer to the tree. The man isn't faring well, either. His face is a pale white, his eyes losing their red hue. He is on all fours, crawling slowly towards me.

It was then that I thought to myself, "This must be where I die."

C'mon, who's going to let an epic storyteller die? That's like stabbing a bard. Everyone likes bards.