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Henry Moore and Richmond Longroad. Two men on entire opposite sites yet still part of the very same coin. The United Kingdom consisted of many groups and authorities, down to the very foundation of the four countries. Scotland, Wales, England and Northern Ireland. The Royal Family, the Knights of England and the Anglican Church. It was diverse, but not split. In fact, if one thought about it properly it occurred that all was still linked by a single thin thread: The terrain. After all, all of it was focused on this small land mass that was no actual part of any other continent. Unity should be guaranteed by such conditions. However, it wasn’t in the end. Henry Moore and Richmond Longroad were the perfect proof of that. They were so different that absolutely no match in anything would be find between them. Morning rituals. Eating habits. Taste in clothing. Hobbies. Their very ideals.

Like fire and water they would co-exist in this world, all the while being bound to the very same country, carrying the very same burden on their shoulders. Those two were currently the great protectors of the United Kingdom. The fate of Whitby would rest in both of their hands. Their unity. Their agreement. It was what would matter here the most. Those two working together could change history, settling the incident in a way that would make everyone happy. It was those two, and only those two, who could accomplish these goals.

Henry Moore and Richmond Longroad. All they were needed to do here was shake hands to seal an alliance unlike any other. They would be praised for it. They would be honoured for it. They would be celebrated as great heroes. The ambassadors of piece as well as the slaughterers of Britain’s most dire enemies. The future ahead of them would be bright. Nobody would be able to deny it. Nobody would ever write a bad word about any of those two ever again. It was all so simple. It was all so straight forward. The goal was set up right in front of them.

«Nah.»

That was all.

With his typical nonchalance Richmond Longroad ended the negotiations using just a single word.

There was no need for anything else. The dice had been cast.

«I guess that makes us enemies now, huh?»

He was carefully acting careless, seemingly not minding the situation he had been entangled into. The Dawn-Coloured Sunlight were Coppolla’s and thus Moore’s sworn enemy all the while they were close allies of Longroad and Beathen. By declining the offer Longroad had just so easily admitted his loyalty towards these enemies, thus protecting them by the actions he had taken. He had made it seem like just a little thing, yet at the same time admitted full knowledge over these facts. It was a dangerous play through and through. Where was he aiming at? What was he even thinking?

How on earth could he be this relaxed in face of the raging storm?

Now how would it continue from here on out? Two sides had been formed, divided by the line that was the decision not to sacrifice a common enemy. Instead they were enemies now. The Anglican Church and the Knights of England. Richmond Longroad and Henry Moore. Even standing there they were no longer having a peaceful meeting but directly facing off with one another on the battlefield. The flag had been torn. The chance at a peaceful outcome shattered entirely.

Splatter!!!

In just an instance blood would spray everywhere as the torso of the poncho-clad priest was torn apart by a sharp blade. Just a single strike with a mighty lance executed outside of anyone’s range of perception had sufficed to spread his innards, the fibres of the poncho and the twigs weaved therein everywhere, bedding the dead man. An unforgiving lethal strike.

«Despicable!»

Coppolla relaxed as he pulled the blood coated lance back, resting it on his shoulder. There was no condolences, no mourning, no hesitation. He hadn’t simply acted on a whim, he had made the best decision right off the bat. After all, he understood rather well what those words had meant. A declaration of war could be coated with any kind of words, even in such an underwhelming way. And in war only one side would be allowed to rule over the other. The victors would take the glory to themselves, while the side of the defeated would be drowned in scorn. Richmond Longroad or Henry Moore. One of those two would be treated like a hero, while the other was to face the label of the traitor who had to be eliminated for the other’s glory.

Now, at least that process had been cut short significantly.