Snippet #2315151

Areana

Sargon had managed to finish sending Cara upon her journey with enough time to view the last half of the dual. He stood hidden in the shadows and had watched the battle rage on. As the two immortals battle he analyzed and calculated each move, as was in his nature. When Athena would not bring her sheild up fast enough...

Now come on, your fighting like a orc with half a brain

Or when Revan would begin to give into his bloodlust....

No style, no form, you might as well say a child with a strand of wheat is a swordsman

He did not laugh, he did not show displeasure, his face remained in its natural judgmental gaze. Athena was not the only immortal to have a tacticle mindset, and Revan was not the only one to have mastership of the blade. Tho he was not as powerful as the Elder gods, he was as skilled. Sargon was different after all, different from all but one, Corallium. Both of these gods had been born a mortal birth. The only difference even there, was that Sargon had been born with a brother, Victus. It wasnt until Sargon and Victus had turned eight that they realized they were drastically different. For Sargon was born a immortal, while his brother...was simply a mortal. After that they had begun to drift apart, only meeting as families ever did.

But now you rest within the Twisting Nether my beloved brother
Sargon pulled the pendant from under his armor, it had been his brothers. Victus in his final years had started a family, one he so cherished above all others. He had joined the homeland guard around the town of Stardock, and it was in his third year of service that he had been killed by assassins, while protecting a visiting dignitary from a neighboring kingdom. He had left behind a wife and two children....The same two children who were upon the pendant, the same two who reminded him everyday of his very own two children.....which he was never allowed to see.....

Sargon looked back towards Revan And that is why I seek your death Lord of Vengence. For it was by your assassins hands that my brother died, protecting humans. And for what? So that they could appease your "Vengence" your "Justice" Sargon clenched his hand around the pendant before placing it away. He began to walk from the shadows towards Athena, he sought audience with the Godess of War, and to praise her on her victory.