Chapter 42 - The Fight of the Big Dogs (part 1)

Wilson stood on a small hill and looked down at the vast plain field below. He watched as a man who by all rights could be described as beautiful, stood on the plain field and looked around, covered in blood. Everywhere, there were people with weapons fighting till they dropped dead or killed their opponents. It was chaotic. The fighters were grouped into two; on one hand, there were those wearing black armor with stripes of silver and red that glistened under the setting sun. They wore silver helmets that exposed only their eyes. On the other hand, there were those in feathery white armor which by this time had turned red from all the blood, some of which was theirs. This armor was a lot more durable than one would think. They also had on, white helmets with colorful feathers sticking out at awkward angles and in a fashion that would intrigue any one who set their eyes on it.

The white armored fighters were a lot fewer and were dying in their tens, further reducing their already path