- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Meh the riddle is hard to understand. Well, my battalion and the rest of my army stand defiantly at their doom. I am not scared, restless, or angry. I am calm, silent, and ready in the face of death. I raise my sword, (no technology either) and point it forward. The El-Marees tribe yells their war-cry. I sensed a hint of hesitation and fear in their voices. I understood. They were about to face their death. Most likely not all of them, because I have 13,000,009 left. I ask Shahand Askari, to lead us into battle, and bring us out victorious. Shaheen Hafez, my horse, spread his legs apart in a full stride. We charge, although I am silent, I do not fear my death. My cape in the wind, my sword drawn, I must get my army through.