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The elite climbed back onto their mounts, still laughing to themselves when Weyellin's deep voice came forth with a hint of amusement.
"Well, men, what are we waiting for? Let us humour her."
Reaching into his pack at the side of his horse, Weyellin pulled out a device made from the Moving Metals of Everlast. It acted as a sort of compass, and as he held it horizontally and studied it, a tiny smile curled upon his lips. That smile disappeared as he realised that this was the time to strike.
"Elite. Blackmont rides toward the Kingdom. What say we take her in?"
The elite laughed and raised their swords. The first elite opened his mouth and yelled like an animal. The rest of the men copied him. Turning his horse to where Blackmont had gone, he spurred his horse onward, hearing the roar of his small army galloping after him in harmony with the wails of the sands.
While his horse was in full stride, he took his helm from his hip and replaced it upon his head, concealing the smile that adorned his face. In the pack at his side, he pulled out the General's Syaan, and replaced the poisoned bolts with regular blacksteel ones. He didn't want to kill her, no, he planned to maim her, take her to Everlast, and make her pay.
"The first to bring me her steed's head gets on ceremony!" Weyellin shouted through his teeth.
The galloping at his back intensified as the elite roared and sped up.
It had been a long time since he had fun.