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Socrates4Jesus
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'twas as a nightmare from which he could not awake. All seemed slow as though a wizard had bewitched him. He knew he should raise his shield higher to deflect the blow, but his arm could not move fast enough.
So loud. The sickening crash into his helmet was followed by a deafening church bell in his ears. Did the lance chatter against his head? Was his head still attached?
“Stay conscious, stop looking up into the sky, you fool!” he thought. “Get your eyes off the blood red sun.”
No, it must be his own blood. Yes, he could taste it. Feeling pain, now. Keep it together. Pull back on the reins. No lance. Must have dropped it.
“Quickly, Page! Get ye another lance!”
So loud. The sickening crash into his helmet was followed by a deafening church bell in his ears. Did the lance chatter against his head? Was his head still attached?
“Stay conscious, stop looking up into the sky, you fool!” he thought. “Get your eyes off the blood red sun.”
No, it must be his own blood. Yes, he could taste it. Feeling pain, now. Keep it together. Pull back on the reins. No lance. Must have dropped it.
“Quickly, Page! Get ye another lance!”