tom: looking very pale " So my king/ dad how many people died so far?"
King: with his eyes wide with fear " there killing us the West side was taken over by the enemy they want surrender and 2,500 gold and silver for less casualties"
Tom: with his eyes with anger, running towards his room he is getting armored up for a killing spree.
but they where out numbered from 3-1
tom: getting on his horse "dad let me leader the troops I now a tactic that might make us win its a 50-50 though"
King: with his eyes wide "Are you mad they are going to protect m.."
Tom: entrusting his father "you are pathetic you call your self King not even trying to protect you people 'he is saying in rage' ok but I will be taking half of them because they have a family to protect pathetic king"
King: yelling "yes I am pathetic but at least I am smart unlike you who killed there owen mother"
'as soon as the king said that Tom had a sword at his nake so fast that a strong wind came rushing behind him'
tom: looking like he is going to kill his owen father said " who are you to talk you cold bich?"