Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jul 24, 2012 23:18:29 GMT -6
Selibas nodded and went to find some men. He'd guess about eighty should do. The most important part of a unit he could use would be archers, but he needed to be careful so that he didn't have too few hand-to-hand fighters to protect them. Forty and forty was probably not the best. Sixty and twenty, that would work. When Selibas had all the troops together, he looked at them. He bit his lip, and picked sixteen more archers, which made one hundred. Selibas was unaware just how bad he was at counting.
He took the men west to the river, and had a few of them hold a rope. He tied it around his waist, then stepped into the cold river, and looked for a safe crossing. When he made it across, a few men followed, so he untied his waist-rope, and let each man hold it for a few men behind him, as the rest traveled south. They then repeated the fording process. Selibas and the others waited in the darkness for the Southern soldiers to move to the aid of the ones in the north.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jul 31, 2012 23:20:26 GMT -6
It hadn't taken long to prepare the men for battle. Selibas had taken close to eighty men with him, and Kelvin further divided the men, deciding that an assault from two sides would further confuse the Ilians. Kelvin would lead one group, with Porter commanding the other. As far as he could tell, the Ilians were still blissfully unaware of the coming attack, but it wouldn't be long before the were aware of the missing patrols.
Kelvin had assembled his men on a hill overlooking the town. He could see his men already picking targets, choosing which man they would go for first. Raising a fist and moving it in a quick circle, the cavalier ordered his archers forward, preparing them for a volley that would start the battle. Lowering the fist, he brought up his other hand, this time with palm open, beckoning a younger man clutching a war horn forward. The man gave Kelvin an expectant look, to which Kelvin nodded. He drew in a long breath and brought the horn to his lips. Kelvin gave a second nod and the man released his breath, issuing forth a deep sound from the horn. The sound echoed across the hills and the moment it died out, each of the archers loosed their bows, sending out a vicious volley.
The battle had begun.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Aug 4, 2012 0:40:14 GMT -6
Selibas and most of his men waited at just the edge of the torch light. The Archers were just east of where he crouched, and they were ready to fire into the moving backs of the Illian soldiers who made their lives hell. Selibas closed his eyes as he heard the first scream from the other end of the town. He began two count. One, the sounds of men dying. Two, the rushed orders of the officers. Three the movements of armored men. Selibas opened his eyes, and saw the men moving a little bit further. And a little more, "LIGHT!" the archers fired. Eight, Selibas broke into a run, and raised a fist for the men to follow.
Only about fifty men stayed back to protect the southern part of the town. Selibas was in the front of the clash between the two forces, the men were brave, Selibas could admit that. He batted a lance to the side, and felt an axe hit the side of his breastplate. Selibas began to feel his mind gain chaos and lose sanity, as it shut down. He became a monster, the primal beast who only responded to instinct. He worked his way to his right, the East. He saw the archers beginning to move, and some inner part of that beast, that maniac with a sword for a dancing partner, remembered telling the bowmen to do something like that. He blocked a blow, then another, he pushed the man back, and realized it was an axe fighter. The man swung at his head, and fear gripped the beast. But the beast ducked, and was covered in blood after ripping his blade through the mans stomach.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Aug 11, 2012 12:33:52 GMT -6
As the arrows flew overhead and the warhorn sounded a second blast, Kelvin urged Kashmir forward as he led his troops out of the hills. He surged ahead of the rest, lance held at the ready. The world seemed to move in slow motion as he neared the enemy line. The volley of arrows reached them before the knight could. They rained down on the Ilian soldiers who were still scrambling to defend themselves against the sudden attack. And just as soon as that had happened, Kelvin was on them driving his lance into the first soldier he came to. Ripping out the lance, he stabbed it into the next soldier he passed, dropping the man where he stood. Having passed most of them, Kelvin hooked the lance to Kashmir's saddle and leapt from the horse's back, landing on one knee. Unhooking the axe from his side, he turned to face the Ilian forces.
Two men with spears ran at him, in an attempt to flank him. Kelvin feinted towards the left, the charged to the right, swinging wildly. The man hopped back, just out of range, as the other man attacked from behind. As Kelvin was turning to parry, the spear collided with the armor on his side, snapped the spearhead off of the shaft. Taking advantage of his enemy's predicament, Kelvin raised his axe to his side and charged, bringing its blade around into the man's stomach. The force caused the man to bend over in pain, allowing the knight to bring his axe down on the back of the man's head, finishing him off.
Kelvin turned back to the other man just in time to see him barreling towards him, rage in his eyes. The knight didn't have nearly enough time to block, let alone move out of the way. All he could do was pivot as the spear collided with his side. Pain erupted from his side, but Kelvin choked it down and slashed at the spear's wooden shaft with his axe, cutting the spearhead off. With his enemy now at a major disadvantage, Kelvin counterattacked viciously, striking several times at his head and shoulders. His enemy felled, he ripped the spearhead from his side and returned to the fray.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Aug 16, 2012 15:16:02 GMT -6
Selibas looked around. The Illians were holding their line well, standing in the line of fire of the archers with not a man faltering. Selibas felt a sheild ram his face in his thoughts, and he fell. Quickly he rose, bruised now, wanting to avoid being trampled. A lance flew toward his face, and Selibas barely avoided a lethal blow, taking onlt a small cut to his neck. He did however, bump into a Rebel next to him, and in those staggering seconds a lance pierced his lower thigh on his right leg. Selibas gritted his teeth and stabbed agt the man, causing him to jump back.
Selibas raised his left fist and hurled onto the man viciously, and after two puncghes, stabbed the unarmed man in his stomach. He then limped back a bit, and slowly twisted the lance tip out of his leg. Gasping for breath he felt the scrape of steel against his muscle. He screamed as it finally came out, and hurled it into the enemy lines. It hit a veteran soldier in the head, discombobulating him just as two rebels fell on him. Selibas ran as fast as his newly injured leg could carry him. He reached the archers and fell to his left knee. The Mercenary quickly took ouyt his final bit of vulnerary, and eased it onto, and into, the wound. He stood and poitned at Vern, "Take three men, go cover the door of their barracks." The Sacaen immediately turned and ran back to the battlefield.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Sept 16, 2012 19:10:45 GMT -6
Selibas limp-sprinted back to the fray. He unsheathed the hunk of iron on his back, and hurled himself into the mass of men. The men of Illia simply moved aside, and Selibas was past all of them. Men of both sides lowered their weapons, the farmers, cobblers, blacksmiths, and bakers gaped. Selibas backed out quickly, and tried to see what had caused the sudden change. It was a man, maybe a foot taller than the young chief, with the biggest chest Selibas had ever seen. The arms on the man! They were at least as big around as Selibas' head. The man left his axe drop. It must have weighed as much as Epeeciel, but the man only used one hand on it.
He jabbed his finger at the Eastern end of the Bernese line and sweep-ed it across all of them. His voice boomed with a heavy Bernese accent, "Who is in command?" Selibas stepped forward. The man had a laugh like thunder "So a teenage Wolf commands the men I grew up with? You, men of Linz, have apparently fallen into boyhood again. Stephen? Remember when we used to sneak those Blakewood girls into your pa's barn? Ferring! You still smoking three pipes worth of Tobac a day? Arch... Where's Denny dead?" Selibas noted Arch had moved next to him, and also that the Illian soldiers had dropped back. Arch nodded. His chuckle was the rumble before the thunder. "Damn! My own little brother killed by one of these icy bastards. It should have been me to send him down-" Arch cut him off, "Denny was worth ten of you, Traitor!" The man growled back, "I'm a traitor? Which of you was in the Bernese army in the bandit war? Which of you followed that fool king to the last? I have betrayed a treacherous line of work. A general, in the army? How proud you all had been to talk with me when I visited, leaving a simple soldier, coming back an armored wraith representing the country we had at our fingertips. Arch, remember those dreams? You, me, Vern, Juliet, and Denny, all of us, a troop of fighters unmatched in the military capital of the world. Well, I'm sorry that I'm the one who accomplished a fifth of that dream. A few years ago I realized, I was loyal to the wrong part of Bern, in fact, I was not loyal to Bern at all. You see, Bern is not a king. Bern is not borders on a map, it is men, men like I thought you were, and under these Icicles, I serve Bern like never before." The man looked down, then up at the sky, as if searching for something. "If Cinderfelt wasn't lined up with Illia, would you all line up with Bern? No, you wouldn't. He is ruthless, as is his son. You can't stop him just like you can't stop Illia. You shouldn't want to stop Illia, just the monster and his heir, to which I will help you with when you finish this silly rebellion business. You are no match to the viciousness of the Lord of these lands, and neither is he." The man pointed at Selibas, as he placed a horned helm on his head.
He hefted his axe, one handed. Selibas re-lifted his blade, two handed. Charge.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Sept 18, 2012 20:36:26 GMT -6
Selibas took wider steps the closer he got to the large man. He was about to swing, but the man beat him to it. Selibas tried to skip out of they way, but the heavy blade in his hands weighed him down, and the axe swept him aside. The Bernese surged past him, and made a wide gap, not approaching their former friend. Selibas rose, and re-gripped the hilt. He came in again, slower, but still running. This time the man swung too soon, and Selibas was able to jump back. Then Selibas swung Epeeciel over his head. When it crashed down, the man had moved right quicker than Selibas would have thought possible. Selibas' strength took off one of his helm's horns however, and Selibas kept his footing, and swung his sword before his arms lost their momentum. His blade met the blade of the man's axe. And the two were locked in a contest of strength. Selibas turned, and began to place all of his weight on the hilt of his sword. The man did the same, but Selibas kicked at the man's shins hoping to get an advantage.
F**k! The toe and shin connected in symphony on both men. The man seemed to take it in stride, but Selibas lost his footing, and his left handed grip on the large blade. The man swung again, and Selibas barely but his blade in the way. His grip was not tight enough with one hand, and Selibas lost the blade to the earth for a second. Selibas ducked, then jumped out of the way of two powerful blows, speed found now that he could move at full speed. Selibas began to become enraged, a better alternative than fear remaining alone in his conscious. He did a new trick, pulling out both of his remaining swords, breaking his promise to leave Zulfiqar for its purpose. He rushed back in, dodging one blow, and getting inside the mans reach before he could gather himself. Selibas swung the slim sword, and brought back the iron sword to stab the man with. Then all the torch lights went out. Or at least that's what Selibas saw it as. He'd forgotten the man's ham of a left fist. When he remembered where he was, the man was walking to an execution position.
Selibas kicked the man in the groin. This, the man did not take in stride. Selibas rose as the man heaved, and ripped the axe from his hands, then dropped the massive weapon. He tackled the man onto the ground, and noted the broken horn from before, laying on the ground. Selibas grabbed it, and raised it, ready to pierce the man's jugular. He is ruthless, as is his son.[/color] Selibas didn't know he had a brother, but they were different. He and his father were different. He dropped the horn, and cut a few lengths of the rope he'd used at the ford, tying one around the mans hands, another his ankles, then his bound wrists to the ankles. He gathered all three of his swords, and said, "Lord Cinderfelt has another son. And he doesn't need to be ruthless." He saw Vern and two other men shouting orders at the Illians trapped in the barracks, and smiled as he ran with new energy back to the fight.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Oct 2, 2012 20:32:31 GMT -6
The wolf waded through a sea of carnage, blood raining down all about him. His jaws snapped at his foes, and he broke their steel fur with powerful blows. The wolf lashed out, and the others crumbled, for he would not let up on his slaughter. As smoke rose above the mountain, and fell never still. The wolfs jaws closed and open, the wolfs claws struck and beat. The pack of his enemy was all of his mind, and his mind made no true thoughts. Instinct took over as he turned to kill, and the field grew red. For out of the dead did the blood flow. As the wolf took a breath he saw, the first light of day being a sudden truth. As it rose, so did he.
And he fell still. There in the field did the tides change, as more of the enemies pack had returned. Must his pack have failed, to see these men return? The wolf bared his teeth, and planted his feet, and would not move. He heard the thunder of the tall legs, the swiftest of all the brothers. The enemy pack had been running, and rise again, from the carnage did the wolf.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 6, 2012 14:58:00 GMT -6
Selibas felt uncomfortable. Everyone else in the small army knew people in the village, but not Selibas. He was alone as usual. He saw young men he'd rode here with with there arms around some young women. Yet, as usual, his arms were empty. If he knew his father, and his father was a normal father, instead of a dead-beat sociopath, he supposed the man would be disappointed. He was looking for someone technically.The man had said something about this being his father's land. He could make something out of this. All he had to do was convince him to speak again.
He passed the square all the Illian soldiers were tied up in. As difficult as it would be, Kelvin had decided to keep the men with them instead of sending them running. They still outnumbered the Bernese by a huge difference, but Selibas agreed. There was one head higher than the rest of them. He walked in through all of the broken men laying on their sides. He squatted down to a resting position next to the big man he'd spared. The man was looking at the stars.
His voice cracked the morning silence like a stone, "What is it mongrel?" Selibas' eyebrows knit together. "Smart thing to say to the man with free hands and a sword." "You spared my life earlier, why take it now? Selibas nodded, the man was intelligent enough. "You've met Yerna Cinderfelt? The man smiled an indicated at Selibas with his bound hands. "Spittin' image lad." Selibas breathed for a second. "How old is his son? "I don't know when you were born wolf." "You know which son I mean. The man shrugged, "Some twenty odd years.
Selibas nodded a second. "His mother? The man did what could have passed for a shrug, Late thirties probably, the lady Cinderfelt. Half-brother then. Still not much of a condolence. "Did you ever see a green hair-" "Sacaen wolf-bitch? Yeah, been around as a "court-mage" for a few year, lot of late night's in the office." Selibas didn't grow angry, he didn't know this woman.
"Which way is Cinderfelt's castle? "Northwest, you don't have enough men to take it. Selibas stood, "I know." Selibas did know. He told Vern to pass a message on to Kelvin that he'd meet them before the next battle, and rode Northwest.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Nov 6, 2012 22:40:36 GMT -6
Before Kelvin knew it, the battle was drawing to a close. Slowly he realized over an hour had passed in what had felt like mere minutes. The knight shrugged, chalking it up to the madness of battle. As he made a quick scan of the battlefield, one of his men came riding up. The soldier climbed down from his horse and saluted. Removing his helmet, Kelvin addressed the man.
"At ease, soldier. What news?"
"Some of the Ilian soldiers have surrendered. What would you have us do with them?"
Kelvin took a moment to consider his options. He knew it would be a bad idea to trust any of the men they had just been fighting and certainly wouldn't be allowing any to join his army, but an execution could damage their image and affect the morale of the troops. At the same time, it would take extra supplies to transport any captives. Either way, a final decision would have to wait. Kelvin needed to take stock after the battle and plan the rebellion's continued movements.
"Instruct the men to tie up any Ilian that surrenders. They are not to be harmed. I will deal with them at a later time."
The soldier saluted and rode off towards the town. Kelvin whistled for Kashmir and waited for the horse to arrive.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Nov 11, 2012 23:49:40 GMT -6
As Kelvin rode towards the town, he surveyed the surrounding field that had played host to their battle. The morning sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon and the resulting light created a glint off of the armor of the fallen. As far as the knight could see, the battle had been a victory for them. They had lost some men, but the enemies losses were much higher. It was a lucky victory for the rebellion's first offensive, but Kelvin was well aware that they couldn't survive on luck alone. The late night surprise attack had been a good tactic, but it wouldn't be viable for much longer. Word would spread of an army moving across Bern and once it reached Ilian ears defenses would be assembled and a response mounted. It was going to be an uphill battle and Kelvin knew it.
As he passed a group of soldiers rounding up bodies, the men let out a cheer at the sight of the knight. Kelvin returned the cheer, adding a small wave. He turned his face away and spurred Kashmir on, hoping the men didn't catch his worried expression. The last thing he needed was the men knowing that their commander had doubts about their abilities. Morale was going to be a huge part of the coming battles, and the men needed to believe that Kelvin was completely confident that they couldn't be defeated.
Soon enough, Kelvin was passing through the town's gate and was preparing to dismount when something collided with his left shoulder. The blow nearly threw him from the saddle, but he managed to retain his balance. He turned his head back toward the gate just in time to see an archer notching his next arrow. Before he could loose it however, he was struck by three arrows in rapid succession. The man slumped over and fell from the tower he had been occupying.
"Sorry about that, Ser Kelvin," a voice called out from a nearby roof, "We've been trying to get that bugger for while now. Probably should have warned you."
"I suppose you should have," Kelvin replied, "Don't let it happen again." Kelvin dismissed the soldier, then checked where the arrow had hit. It had pierced the armor on his shoulder but had barely grazed skin. He had gotten lucky. Had the archer been a bit more precise, the arrow would have pierced hi skull and would be dead. It was a chilling reminder that, even though the battle had officially ended, the enemy still hadn't given up entirely. Kelvin sighed heavily, and jerked the arrow loose, tossing it aside. He nudged Kashmir again and moved into the town.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 12, 2012 14:14:13 GMT -6
Selibas led Lightning ahead of the other men. He could see the smoke rising in the distance. He could smell the cook fires roasting meat. He could hear the clang of a smiths hammer. He could feel the vibrations of hooves from the distance. He could taste... well nothing, that would be odd. He was returning to the camp. He was returning to service (booyah Title Drop).
He pushed his hair back. He really needed to cut it back. "Welcome to the Rebellion men."
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Dec 12, 2012 22:17:30 GMT -6
The last time Cyril saw this many Bernese men put together in a camp ready for battle was when he was a child, those military trainings in the valley near his home. Except these weren't all of the stellar knights and riders. It was a mix of veteran units and conscripts, much like himself. This wasn't a fight of polished armor and groomed horses. It was dirty, smelly, and committed. In a territorial war, you could easily put your hands up and surrender. In this fight, you'd be certainly tortured and executed or have a fate worse than death.
Just the fight Cyril appreciated, as long as these boys didn't get in his way. Speaking of boys, Cyril couldn't believe who Selibas decided to bring along with him. A scrawny lad who thought he was 'just' so intelligent with his books. A scribe had no place on the battlefield!
"'Bout bloody time."
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Dec 16, 2012 17:24:17 GMT -6
In the days that had passed, Kelvin had decided to spare the lives of the Ilian soldiers. Some of them had agreed to help out the rebellion, but Kelvin decided against arming them. Instead, he had put them to work repairing the town, forging and reforging armor, and cooking food. While none of them were incredibly loyal, they did the work that was asked of them without complaint. The rest who remained loyal to Ilia had been moved to a prison to keep them from the elements. Kelvin had managed to recruit just over two hundred men from the town, all of whom were now being trained in the town square. As he sat watching one of his lieutenants running drills, he couldn't help but be proud of the men from Linz. They had grown into a formidable army.
In the distance, he saw several men approaching on horseback, so Kelvin strode out to meet them. As he drew closer, he recognized the lead rider as Selibas. He had finally returned from whatever errand it was that he had gone off on. The other two who were with him, however, he did not recognize.
"Welcome back, Selibas," he called out, "I trust your errand was successful? I see you've brought some friends. Would you mind introducing me?"
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Dec 16, 2012 22:10:08 GMT -6
This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for-- for nearly nine years now. A chance to join the rebels. He could use a weapon, and he knew enough about skirmishes to not die within the first minute. This was his chance.
He almost fell from the side of his horse in anticipation. He guessed the leader of the rebels had just shown up. He had the cleanest armor out of those there. Speaking of that, it looked more like a refugee camp than a Rebellion. What was he expecting? His surreal dream of everyone looking like a White Knight with a glow in their eye and a hearty laugh? Even still, the place seemed somewhat homely, despite the yelling and the smell of dung and other excrement,
"My name is Zach, s-sir!" he yelled a bit nervously, as he put his hand to his head. Oh great, I must sound like an idiot to this guy, He thought.
Lowering his hand, he revised his former sentence. "Erm, sorry sir. Overeager I guess, heh heh... My name is Zacharia Sjored and the other one is named Cyril Something-or-Other."
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