Brutus stood out on his balcony, dressed in the elegant clothes of nobleman, and watched the clouds depart in the distance. Beams of sunlight slipped through and seemed to have formed columns of heat that beat against the cool morning grass. Star Wars Galaxies credits was beautiful, a true arcadian landscape which would bring peace and calmness to any that stared into its graceful composition, but not Brutus. The Nightmare King simple stared into that very beauty and all he could think about was all of the work that had to be done, all of the training, all of the preparations, all of the necessary SWG credits. That was all that Brutus had on his mind, everything else wasnt important, even his emotions, which had been through a lot in the days leading onto that very one.
They sidestep like lightning, do not lunge at them, you will leave yourselves vulnerable, understood? The soldiers nodded and just as they readied themselves to drill again, a castle guard captain ordered them to return to the castle. Brutus watched as they walked away for a moment before turning around and walking towards the tree line. As Brutus reached a nearby shadow he sunk in quickly, his hand calmly relaxed on the butt of his sword as he arose in the shadow left by one of the castles tapestries. Brutus walked down the hallway, everyone in the same hallway as he walked against the wall. Many of the castle hands still feared Brutus a little, which of course annoyed the former elite.