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IC"All right..."
Richand put down Night and they came upon an open clearing where the paths converged again.
"Come on guys... hurry up!"
-MEANWHILE-
Naxus chuckled.
"That may be, boy... Valentine is superior in strength to even I. But if I can get stronger, I can do it myself. Now are you truly surrendering, or do I have to bring you to your father in a casket?"
Sekhmet chuckled at Oric's joke. "Very good, Oric. You just saved your brother a terrible beating." He grinned at Raman, as if trying to egg him on.
"Anyways, I have one of two courses of action to take, direct orders from Lord Valentine." he continued smiling. "Destry has chosen to offer it's hand to Drosin in peace, and to aid our support against the Cound."
He smiled again, "If you fail to comply with said truce, then I have the order, and the pleasure, to exterminate you all immediately." His hand charged with ligtning, "And I can do it, quite easily." He paused for a moment, and ripped the sleeve of Oric's shirt off his left arm. He smiled into his reflection from the metal skin.
"Heh, your just lucky to be alive here, are'nt you?" Sekhmet reared himself back up, "My offer stands...join us, or die."
Oric backed up, he knew he couldn't defeat Sekhmet now, but he also knew that the so-called truce wouldn't turn out good. Oric poundered his next move before speaking, "Fine, Drosin will ally itself with Destry. However, you must withdrawl all of your forces out of our lands and commit them to attack Conud from the south. We will move in form the west, pinning them between two armies."
Oric moved closer and lowed his voice to an intimadating tone, "If you double cross us, I swear you will pay for it. I'll make you hurt so bad you will want to use your powers to kill yourself." Oric outstreched his hand, bracing himself for Sekhmet's overstated remark.
Meanwhile:
Satra smiled at Naxus, "With pleasure. take some reinforcments." She motioned to her 500 calvery troops to join Naxus.
Satra then turned to Drake, giving him a shove, "Ah, you have a sense of humor, good. You'll need it." Satra gagged Drake, and tied his legs to his arms. She then tied his body to a under a spare horse so if he tried to escape he would be trappled by the galloping stallion. Satra climbed aboard her own stead and started towards the capital with Umbra Morbus in toe.