George's hand closes around the band until a drop of blood drips onto the general's floor. The words come fast and furious, almost as fast as the arrows that fly from all directions. In the end, it is all for naught. The blonde man falls-alone, pierced with a multitude of arrows. A red-skinned man comes to him, tears in his eyes.
Silence fills the air.
No one speaks-there is no need. The man kneels next to the blonde, and looks at him. A cry issues forth from the depths of his soul, offered forth to the heavens. The blonde man is left as he lies. Or a bullet.