10-26-2006, 07:12 AM
Sir Ikonnen sighed, and threw the cigar out the window, which landed luckily into a bin outside. "All of them. Dead. And it wasn't an army." With a cold glare, he turned around. "Erne surveyed the scene. All dead. Once slice for each. All with a wound that only a swallow blade could make."
"It was in the early hours of the morning, the very time which no-one of the west faction would be awake." He added, to answer Hiro's question.
Zerus' face drooped slightly, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking to mere dots. "So... a-a-all of them.. dead?"
"Yes."
"It was in the early hours of the morning, the very time which no-one of the west faction would be awake." He added, to answer Hiro's question.
Zerus' face drooped slightly, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking to mere dots. "So... a-a-all of them.. dead?"
"Yes."