The Warriors Prepare for Battle

as svalic sat on a rock next to the raging rapids. his sword sat across his legs and he ran a stone over the blades. a concentrated smile still on his face as he spat on the stone and ran it again over his blade. on the horizon he could see legions of warriors marching tward him and his fellow Nw^. and although u could not yet see the banners they carried, it mattered not to him, or his brothers and sisters now eagerly awaiting the clash of sword and shield. cause he knew that the warriors with which he traveled, that victory was certain. that the blood of the enemy will fill the battle field. that with the might and wisdom of the leaders, outnumbered is only a word. no matter how many legions marched against them, and no matter there flag, we would prevail. these thoughts seemed to make svalic giddy, and to his amusement, his newly sharpened blade seemed to ring slightly louder when ran through the air.