It's good while it lasts
Music: [Evergreens/New Age]
Book: [History readings?]
Sheesh I think I've got a crush on someone.
SIRWHALE: A grave situation, gentlemen, a grave situation. Hippolyte’s legions have arrived sonner than expected. She wants our citadel.
LORD HANS ZIMMER: Let’s take her on then. Our strength exceed hers, and we are on friendly territory. We can deal with her army then set out to conquer the wastelands.
SIRWHALE: The Amazons are not to be underestimated. I lost the larger part of my guard to them in the past.
LORD GREGOR: My paladins can handle them. 500 of my finest, milord, and a day would see a rout of her forces. [Looks expectantly]
ENYA: No. No, you do not understand. Their spears are as good as pikes, they are too swift for archers and swords cannot touch them before their spears do. The strength of these females lie in their versatility. Let me fallen amazons deal with my past brethren—we are equal save a superiority fuelled by hatred for them.
SIRWHALE: [After some thought] I cannot risk the loss of any part of this army. The weakness of the amazons lie on their dependence on their head—Hippolyte. I will take her out myself.
LORD HOWARD SHORE: No, milord. The risk is too great—what if—
SIRWHALE: My mind is set, Shore. My mind is set, gentlemen, lady. I will go tonight, and the leader of my royal guard Viscount Charming-Whale shall accompany me.
ENYA: If that is your final decision, my lord, allow me to warn you that Hippolyte would be one of the most deadly opponent you would ever face. With all due respect no one has ever touched her before, in combat or otherwise.
LORD HOWARD SHORE: I will send my finest arbalest along, my lord.
SIRWHALE: Right. [Stands up] The evening approaches. I will need my rest now. Do not fear my demise. I have full confidence in my sword, my guard, my self. Hippolyte shall die by my blade tonight. Dismiss. We have a war to fight in 40 days.
Exit LORD HANS ZIMMER, LORD HOWARD SHORE, ENYA.
SIRWHALE: [To audience] How does one fell a crush?
*Do pardon the 2-dimensional characters here. No time.
There are times when the hunter finds himself being the hunted. It comes from a slip of concentration--the prey disapears. It comes from the fact that, in raw nature, no animal is superior. What naive pride the hunter has in his resources, what naive faith he places in his bow and arrow, what foolishness in him to think he can hunt alone, without a dog to sniff out dangers, without a companion to guard his back. But we deal with circumstances, not with ideals. I will make do with what I have and scout her camp out.
Book: [History readings?]
Sheesh I think I've got a crush on someone.
SIRWHALE: A grave situation, gentlemen, a grave situation. Hippolyte’s legions have arrived sonner than expected. She wants our citadel.
LORD HANS ZIMMER: Let’s take her on then. Our strength exceed hers, and we are on friendly territory. We can deal with her army then set out to conquer the wastelands.
SIRWHALE: The Amazons are not to be underestimated. I lost the larger part of my guard to them in the past.
LORD GREGOR: My paladins can handle them. 500 of my finest, milord, and a day would see a rout of her forces. [Looks expectantly]
ENYA: No. No, you do not understand. Their spears are as good as pikes, they are too swift for archers and swords cannot touch them before their spears do. The strength of these females lie in their versatility. Let me fallen amazons deal with my past brethren—we are equal save a superiority fuelled by hatred for them.
SIRWHALE: [After some thought] I cannot risk the loss of any part of this army. The weakness of the amazons lie on their dependence on their head—Hippolyte. I will take her out myself.
LORD HOWARD SHORE: No, milord. The risk is too great—what if—
SIRWHALE: My mind is set, Shore. My mind is set, gentlemen, lady. I will go tonight, and the leader of my royal guard Viscount Charming-Whale shall accompany me.
ENYA: If that is your final decision, my lord, allow me to warn you that Hippolyte would be one of the most deadly opponent you would ever face. With all due respect no one has ever touched her before, in combat or otherwise.
LORD HOWARD SHORE: I will send my finest arbalest along, my lord.
SIRWHALE: Right. [Stands up] The evening approaches. I will need my rest now. Do not fear my demise. I have full confidence in my sword, my guard, my self. Hippolyte shall die by my blade tonight. Dismiss. We have a war to fight in 40 days.
Exit LORD HANS ZIMMER, LORD HOWARD SHORE, ENYA.
SIRWHALE: [To audience] How does one fell a crush?
*Do pardon the 2-dimensional characters here. No time.
There are times when the hunter finds himself being the hunted. It comes from a slip of concentration--the prey disapears. It comes from the fact that, in raw nature, no animal is superior. What naive pride the hunter has in his resources, what naive faith he places in his bow and arrow, what foolishness in him to think he can hunt alone, without a dog to sniff out dangers, without a companion to guard his back. But we deal with circumstances, not with ideals. I will make do with what I have and scout her camp out.
3 Comments:
ROFL
yt
The girl in me demands to know who that person is. But you probably won't tell.
LOL
Good luck! =)
Same reaction as yt. I am highly highly amazed. Nice enty btw. Good luck with your confrontation.
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