This Is War

*Kane*

Our initial attack had been a phantom mist that rolled in through the darkness, catching King Peter and his troops completely off-guard. We’d cut between the trees through cover of night and descended upon them before they even knew we were there.

I’d personally taken out fifteen of his warriors, rolling down the line, dispatching one right after the next before they could make a sound or use their telepathy to communicate the threat to one another. Now, back at camp, I had time to reflect upon it as the sun had climbed the sky and we had broken away from our enemies for a bit to regroup.

The first one had been standing there in an unassuming, bored position, likely awaiting orders. I’d come from behind him, grabbed his head, and twisted until it came off. He’d crumpled to the forest floor, his knees sinking into the dew-covered grass as I tossed his head into a nearby bush and moved to the next.

She’d turned to see me just in time, her blue eyes widening as she considered what