Baraka surveyed the field. He recognized numerous warriors of renown among the rank and file, by reputation if not personal interaction. Some wore banners, some ornate helms, some were simply giants, but there was an empty ring around each of them, as though their own men were repulsed by their savagery.
Several of the men Baraka recognized from the Great Meet. He had shared both meat and mead with them, and respected them, but he wouldn’t call them friends. When they met on the field, he would do his best to kill them, that was his purpose on the field.
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