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Alexander The Young King
Alexander stood as silently, smiling as he listened to his brother demand his surrender. His brother really had not changed much since the last time they had met. Still gruff and blunt. His men were everywhere tense, weary shifting their eyes from the young king to the couple of Golums that had walk over along side him. He simply smiled as if unaware of the growing tension of the possible threat the golums were to the king. Alexander raised a hand snapping his fingers as he mentally gave a command, the golums falling apart to a mound of rubble as quickly as they had arose.
"Brother," Alexander began dropping the snide smile he had wore, replaced with a look of wisdom that was strange for his young face. "You know full well that I will never surrender my claim on the throne and the Trinity as I know that you plan on taking it all by sheer force. Have we not already took teh fathers from to many families." He puases to point out to were his own men stood a distance away. "My men, my army has not arrived just yet. Your men clearly outnumber my own that is true. You should know full well the destructive power of magic. My men will slaughter yours by the hundreds before you kill every mage here. Your army will be a ghost of what it was. Then what hope do you have of battling Theses?"
He puased again, smiling once more as he looked from his brother to the young women that had occomponied him this far, to the men of his brothers army that watched with tense features, their hands always near their weapons. "Brother it is time we settled our feud like we should have done almost a year ago. You and me like the old days, You win you can have my crown, my lands. I win and I'll take yours. What do you say?"