The war between the Desert alliance and the Red Kings Allegiance had been roaring on for days now. The sun had only just rising, and was tainted red from the blood spill on the ground around. Many players were out, only a few remained. Martyn, being one. He just watched his king... his friend Ren getting killed, taken out by those he greatly disliked, (GTW)Scar. Martyn didn't have anyone else to turn to. He glanced around, sticking his sword into the ground bowing before the person he despised
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