“ CHARGE!!!!!” Raziel screamed as the Turelim charged over the moat. Lazreon leaped into action. His legs pumped with extra vigor, he held the clan banner high and proud, and he screamed his war cry. His heart pumped vigoursly and his body produced adrenalin to aid him in his charge. He switched the banner from his good hand to his left. He then drew his sword and held it in front of him.
        Raziel clung to his horse as it propelled forward to the battle. In one hand he gripped the reins. In his free hand he held his favored sword. Raziel looked up and saw Lazreon leap over the moat and begin to swing his sword at the nearest human.
        “This one does me proud” Raziel thought as he began to prepare himself for his own leap over the moat. He stood up in the saddle, gripped his sword a little tighter and coiled his leg muscles. At the last possible second, he veered the horse away and leapt across. As soon as he landed, a human soldier ran up and swung at him with a wicked looking sword. He parried the blow and as the human was starting to bring up his sword, Raziel stabbed him twice in the chest. As the soldier was gaping down at his grievous wounds, Raziel swung his sword hard and beheaded the man. However as soon as the headless corpse hit the ground, two more humans popped up. Raziel however, was a master in swordsmanship. As they swung and chopped at him, he parried and twisted away from the blows and dealt his own back. The soldiers were soon tired from multiple bleeding wounds. Raziel quickly cut them down and ended their misery. He quickly glanced over at his banner carrier. He was holding his own against a particularly skilled human swordsman.
        Raziel decided Lazreon could take care of himself and ran off to his next fight.

***********************         King Rommstaad was also holding his own. The Turelim, having been drained of their mental stores of energy, had been fighting with their swords, spears, axes, and pikes. Normally the warriors would have be second only to the Razielim in fighting prowess but they were still recovering from their first attack and were not up to par. However they did not fall easy either.
        Rommstaad had just killed one of the Turelim and had turned to behead another when he spotted Raziel. Their spies in the Vampire Army had identified him as second in command and the first son of Kain. Rommstaad realized if he could kill Raziel, he would have defeated a major enemy and disheartened a major part of the army. His troops would fall easier if their leader was dead. He signaled to Loiran to follow and started to cut a path through the vampires.
        His charge through the vampire army did not go unnoticed however. Lazreon dashed to his master’s side to warn him. Raziel turned just in time to see Lazreon screaming at him. He could not hear over the noise of the battle but got the gist of the frantic motions and dove backwards. Rommstaad’s sword missed Raziel’s head by a hairsbreadth. Lazreon rushed to his master’s side to aid him in battle. As Raziel clashed swords with Rommstaad, Lazreon clashed swords with Loiran. Sparks flew as swords grated against each other. 
        Blood flowed from multiple wounds on each opponent. However, in the end, Loiran succumbed to Lazreon’s sword. As he fell, he glimpsed the blazing eyes of his opponent and knew he had the same love for his master just the same as Loiran did for Rommstaad. He died with a smile on his face.
        Rommstaad was wearing down. Blood trickled from a deep cut over his eyebrow into his eye. It was stinging pain that also blinded him. Raziel was not much better. He had a gaping chest wound that was deep and painful. Even if he had had some blood to feed off it still would take a long time to heal. Both were battle weary and could barely lift their swords.
        Enraged at his loyal General’s death however, Rommstaad felt a new strength flow through him from the rage. He attacked furiously, swinging, weaving, chopping and parrying the weak swings that Raziel took. Raziel himself could barely keep up with the Human King. He barely deflected a blow that would have taken off his head. Rommstaad just kept swinging. After thirty minutes, he was still growing strong. He had scored many small wounds on Raziel and Raziel was barely able to move, let alone block anything.
        And then Rommstaad launched into his most furious attack yet. Swinging, and weaving away from Raziel’s sword, he began to score deeper and more grievous wounds. Finally Raziel could no longer stand. He fell to his knees and prepared for the final blow.
        “So this is how it ends……..Killed by a pitiful human.” Was what Raziel thought were going to be his last thoughts.
        Lazreon was watching it all unfold. He knew he could strike down the Human King in time to save his Master Raziel. He knew he had to do something though. It was then it came to him.
        “I have been honored to be your child Master!” He screamed as he jumped in front of Rommstaad’s sword the second before it hit Raziel. The Sword lodged deep into Lazreon’s chest and everyone around him knew it was a death blow.
        “ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Raziel screamed as he saw his child take the blow that was meant for him.
        Raziel was enraged beyond the point of sanity. His limbs acted with renewed vigor. His sword became an extension of his arm. And all Raziel saw was red.
        Rommstaad was able to block the first few blows but just barely. The sword he was using now he had picked up off a dead soldier a second before Raziel started to swing. He was not used to it and it felt awkward. But it would not have mattered in the long run anyway.
        Raziel swung and chopped and swung and chopped. Limbs started to fall away from the human King. Blood began to trickle, flow, and then pour from the mighty wounds Raziel had inflicted. At last the Last of the Great Human Kings fell to his knees and died. His corpse held no arms and had too many wounds to be all accounted for.
Raziel himself then collapsed and fell to the cold, stiff, and blood stained ground. It seemed as though ages had passed when he finally woke up.
        “Where am I?” he spoke out loud and was surprised to hear his own father’s voice, Kain, speak out.
        “Raziel, my son, you are in my personal chambers. When they told me of your grievous wounds, I feared you would not live, so I took you into my chambers where I could spend my final moments with you in peace.”
        “Father, what of the battle?” he asked.
        “Raziel, we have won. And it’s all thanks to you. Your final battle with Rommstaad will live forever in legend.”
        “What of my son, Lazreon?”
        “Raziel, he did not survive the final wound. He sacrificed himself for you. I was told his last words were “I was always willing to die for you. Do not mourn me, for it was a great honor to have saved you. I will always watch over you my Lord”. I am sorry for your loss my son. We have readied the funeral pyre for him. Do you wish to attend?”
        “Yes”
        The funeral traditions stated that those who were close to him, give him a token of their love. Raziel placed his great sword Darkflame on the pyre. 
        Kain himself placed a Razielim banner on the pyre, honoring his great sacrifice to the clans.
        The pyre burned bright orange and the body of Lazreon was committed to the ranks of the dead.

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        He was a Razielim, a son of the first born, strong, proud, and he had had 
the honor of dieing for his master.