Брутус

Brutus is a proud lonely fighter, the embodiment of combat skill, that many other thugs perceive him as a manifestation of the war itself.He follows the war on the way, not offering or expecting mercy.He believes that the only crime in the war is to lose.In the battle, he is inexorably aggressive and never loses a minute on fluctuations.His attacks are a wild tornado cutting helpless enemies, like wheat stalks.When the sword is in his hand and the enemy in front of him, he never feels doubt.The path is clear and its goal is known. Brutus really has no analogues among his faction and he accumulated countless regalia.In the old days, he stood over a fallen enemy and shouted about his victory into the sky, raising the trophy saturated with blood.In the end, this feeling of triumph disappeared.The time has come when Brutus considered every battle as a predetermined result.As soon as he for a moment he was approaching the enemy, he struck him, barely noticing the moment of this.The hero was just too good at that moment.There can be no triumph without testing.Without a triumph, there was no incentive to do what he did best. In a campaign against the kingdom of people, Brutus finally found what he was looking for.Worthy opponent.A fight worthy of the struggle.The enemy was at a short distance, in the thick of chaos.The light was reflected from scratches in his bloody armor.He was large for man, but graceful.It was like a dance when he smoothly moved from the victim to the victim.His attacks were accurate and fatal, his sword disappeared and reappeared, killing the enemy, a moment later, parrying the attack. Brutus for a moment appreciated this picture, the blood still flowed through the grooves in his blade.And he smiled.He raised a massive weapon and began to purposefully go to the enemy champion, unceremoniously destroying those who were in front of him, never taking his eyes off his goal.He approached and lowered his steel heavily, the man just moved to the side and immediately suffered the tip of his blade, which, in turn, retorted the attack at the speed of light.They retreated from each other and seemed to confirm the consent to the duel.It took only a moment to appreciate each other, and then Brutus rushed to the knight.They fought with all the skill that they had.Everyone knowing that the first to make a mistake will die.In the battle around them, the territory formed, the soldiers of both sides avoided the dance of death, which was performed by two heroes.There was no place for planning, for thought.They fought with passion, memory and instinct.They remained in this state until the explosion of the roar interrupted the noise of the battle.The bearers of the light were trimmed with a retreat.And the knight left the duel heading for his troops. "Human!You are strong.You are worthy of death in my sword, ”cried Brutus, nodding good -naturedly at the dirty knight. "I will see you again and that will be the last time."- answered the knight.“A real warrior accepts any challenge.""