The hound crosses the plains

He stood there, tied by his own hands to fight to the death.

Even against a thousand men he fought with ferocity and fierceness.

His fang scythed and danced through his enemy, until it pointed at someone familiar and dear.

It was his brother at arms, who trained with him under a great warrior who knew no peer.

But now they had to turn their fangs against the other, until one of them fell and faded into oblivion.

And his heart screamed at this injustice.

Nevertheless, he readied his fang.

And he charged to meet his brother at arms in combat one last time.

Day 15: Battlefield