(Heeeeeere we are: location locked)

[aheadinthegame]

[In a day full of cornfields, cows, and Immortals (oh my), if you wander around this silo and happen to be named Methos--OH HAY, A BUZZ.

It could be one of the locals, but there is no one in sight. WHAT DO YOU DO?]

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[watchingthegame]

[is RUN AND HIDE a possibility?]

[watchingthegame]

. . . you would take it like that.

[aheadinthegame]

I'll take whatever I please.

[He rushes in, sword swinging down on Methos.]

[watchingthegame]

[--blocking that swing!]

[aheadinthegame]

[Metal scrape and ring against each other as he pulls away for another swing, and another. He shouts between the attacks.]

Who could be next to arrive? Caspian, maybe, or even Silas?

[Bearing heavily against Methos's right side.]

[watchingthegame]

[falling back, but still meeting those swings. visibly winces, at Kronos's words]

Silas would like the cows.

[aheadinthegame]

He trusted you. My mistake was to trust you, even after leaving me in that damnable well!

[The blade falls close at points, skimming a sleeve here or there. It's not sloppy, but it's intense.]

For a hundred lifetimes, we were brothers!

[watchingthegame]

It was over. The world changed . . . I changed!

[Kronos's blade is falling closer than just skimming. Methos continues to fight, but he lacks the intensity of Kronos. his heart isn't in it]

[aheadinthegame]

[He didn't believe it before, but he believes it now. There's a snarl in his tone.]

The world... with its illusion of living. We could have shown them what living, and dying, truly means! It could have been ours.

[A lunge at his side.]

[watchingthegame]

You don't understand--

[that lunge connects. first blood to Kronos]

[aheadinthegame]

[Rips back and then goes in for another strike.]

[watchingthegame]

[staggers back, but brings his sword up to guard]

[aheadinthegame]

[The swords meet, and he keeps swinging. Methos may notice that Kronos is herding him towards the silo.]

[watchingthegame]

[Methos continues to back up, bringing him closer to the silo. he's favoring his injured side, but that's already healing]

[aheadinthegame]

[When they're further, he locks their swords together and pushes, backing him against the silo wall.]

Understand what?

[watchingthegame]

None of it meant anything.