Literature
Peace
He lifted his head just in time for the steel-clad boot to come crashing into his face with the full weight of the mammoth beast that was his foe. There was a crunch, sharp pain, a taste of metal and a dull numbness. Nothing felt right as the smaller warrior fought to his feet, trying to recover only to shudder and fall onto the stone floor once again.
"Rise, Edrin." The large man's voice was as powerful as he was, cold and hard, edged with silent fury. "Rise. I am not finished with you."
The slighter man managed to find purchase on a single knee, hands upon the guards of his sword which held him upright, looking much the part of a penitent