Mordred of Kaldor

The fool did attack after all. No warning will ever get into his thick skull.

It was just as I thought. He had found aid. And what an aid it was. Knight Templars. History repeats itself is an understatement. No matter. The teamwork and training of this army is second to none. One minor injury is all we suffered nothing more. And as expected the Marksmen and their allies where quick to leave. Maybe some did hear my warning. All but one. Elise.

Commander took her away to Strongholt. Nothing left for me to do there. Went to Trinsic hoping for a more difficult battle with the militia. It nay 'appened. Natalie was there. But I didn't get the chance to talk to her.

Tired. Mentally and physically. I head back home. There he was. A fool in all his glory. Demanding from the Commander to release Elise. Naturally the Commander refused.

When a man starts going downhill it is always difficult to stop. He was loosing face day by day. There he was, a man that I believed was full of honour, taking an aimed coldblooded shot at the Commander, unarmed and not fully armoured. He quickly started to run after that, knowing what was going to follow. I am getting older it seems. I could not keep up with them. I needed a breath. Headed back to the Holt.

There they were. Devante with an injured Commander in his hands, aiming his bolt at her and Shelly trying to talk some sense into him. He never knew I was there. I could take him by surprise. I did. Shelly was quick to join in the chase. Once again..much quicker than me. He was running around dodging our attempts to knock him down. He was much faster than I was...and a hell of a lot more accurate than the last time I duelled him. Surprise. My shield saved my life many times. His speed, accuracy and luck saved his. I lost them again. What is happening to me. Nowhere to be seen. Nothing I could hear. I went back to the Commander.

He turned up with Shelly injured demanding Elise's release. I could not do the same thing I did before. I could not surprise him. Commander played it out well and even though I nay liked the idea of letting Shelly in their hands, Cal was right. He was not going to harm her anyway. He knows that if he hurts her Elise is as good as dead. And this is how this evening was closing to its end.

My bed. I find more comfort in it each passing day. I underestimated him. Crazy men can tap into pockets of strength they nay knew they had. And he was a raving lunatic last night. I will not do the same mistake again. I will be prepared for our next meeting. I have no remorse anymore. The moment I get my chance I will kill him. He is dangerous now. Only a direct order will stop me from doing that. And I hope I never get it. Visko seems ter feel the same way as me. No more defending. No more waiting around. Crush them with one swift organised strike. They cannot withstand our force. We have got new people to play around with in the face of the militia. The marksmen are no longer a game...

Rest, for tomorrow early in the morning you have to train. Train hard to fend off the strength of a lunatic and a fool that has no common sense. I will be prepared. And he will reach rock bottom...

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