Fantasy Drabble #92 “Opportunity Knocks”

Sword swinging, he waded into the enemy and they fell before him one after another. They were mere peasants, not trained soldiers: no real weapons or shields, only sharpened farming tools, axes. His own army had already pushed them back almost as far as the river.

Old King Cleve had blundered mightily when he banished all his magicians. Those that hadn’t come to work for Rikar had gone to to the King’s other enemies, and now those enemies were mobilizing. Muscle alone could not protect foolish old Cleve.

But Rikar was here first, and thus would gain the lion’s share.

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