The Sword Of The War Summary

The sun beat down on the warriors, the heat of the stone burning their feet. Slowly, ever so slowly it seemed, they walked, joyous music playing as people celebrated. But what were they celebrating? Nero thought. He looked out ahead, watching the progression crawl forward. Some of the men waved to the crowd on either side, making children squeal in delight. Others trudged ahead, heads bent to the ground. Helmets adorned most, shining blindingly in the mid morning sun. Sweat dripped down Nero’s spine, making him shiver despite the heat. He adjusted his grip on his trident, then readjusted. Nerves can do that to a person. His impending doom was mere hours away, blinding his sensibility everyone called worthy of the gods themselves. But where had that sensibility gotten him? Nowhere.

He pushed him away. And then, he pushed him away and stabbed him and ran.

They were shocked at the sight of Rainsford. He explained that he was on their side. When he stated what the plan was, they were all up for it. Rainsford used a large rock to break the lock on the doors holding them in. He then handed each of them a wooden stake. They all had a feeling of hope rush through them.

fighting men is assemble there.” They wanted their enemies to think that there was more of them.

Myself, Chiksika, and five other of the tribes’ men crept into the camp, sticking to the shadows. This raid would be simple, I would light a torch and burn down the building where they stored their repulsive, manufactured food. It was our hope they would return to wherever they came from, low on supplies.

He grabbed the clubs from under him. He used the clubs on them. They were all clubbed to death.

He bent to Landers splayed on the floor. Seeing the Scotsman’s chest rise and fall, that he’d only salt and peppered him a little, he retrieved their two guns and wound through the shambles toward the front, and Erin

Karine stood close to Julien, inching away from Ser Isocrates, and saw Otus lunge at Emery. Emery swiftly shifted to his right and parried. He swung his sword over his head and thrust out towards Otus's chest. Her brother parried in front of his heart, his sword slanted upwards, and pushed out. Emery's sword flew back and struck him square in the forehead. The crowd of boys and men roared with laughter once again, and Karine couldn't help but giggle a bit

Some people ran for the barracks, as if to hide, but most of them, like me, stood in the yard and waited for what was to come.

And suddenly something went right through him. Knocking him off his feet. Pain and his eyes look down at the large spear sticking out of him and into the street. Blood turning the grey colored spear red and dripping onto the ground. His eyes widened.

“Did you really think you would escape that easily?” the Duke asked. He slowly approaches them. Looking at the gun Christian has, “Did you have intentions on killing me?”.

The blacksmith repositioned the horseshoe in the hot coals, releasing more flames. “Four men rode into town yesterday afternoon, and went straight over to the Town Hall and Sheriff’s office. They called him out and shot him dead in the doorway. He

But it's not easy. The arm becomes lead while an underground river of moods and recent memories flows to the edge of the skin.

Sprinting around the wagon, he stopped as it shielded him from the archers on the wall. He quickly pulled off his yellow tunic and tossed it on the ground. With a quick sprint, he ran up and leapt onto the

Michael got up from his chair and followed behind. When he reached the edge of the plateau the old man was already disappearing into the scrub. He hurried after him, catching glimpses of the old man 's red and blacked checked cotton shirt between the branches of trees. The route down the slope