Sheon adjusted what little armor he had and nodded at Darakon. Darakon nodded back and gripped his sword. They gulped in unison as the men around them prepared for the fight. Sheon as drew his sword, Arakantha, he didn't even hear the order to charge. He just drew his sword and ran away from the sound of screaming men, toward the men in front of him as they held their swords high and called for his blood. The two armies clashed in the middle of the clearing. There was an awful melody of men screaming in pain, the screeching of metal on metal and the sound of trampling feet as the armies met. Sheon ducked and cut down the spear held by his fir