| It was dusk when the four horsemen raided the village. They had painted their faces and worn masks upon the suggestion of Methos, who had turned into the 'brains' of the operation. "This really wasn't such a bad idea, Methos." Kronos said after they rode through the village, killing everything their except for an immortal, (who they were saving until a more opprotune time), and a few females they had taken for slaves. "Who is going to kill the man?" Kronos asked. Their immortal prisoner stared them wide-eyed with fear. "I killed more men than you." Solas says. "Women and children dont count." "Who do you think should get to do it, Methos?" Kronos asked. "You should decide." Methos says. "Then it will be you." Kronos says. "If you insist." Methos says, as if it is a bother. The others go of to their respective tents, leaving Methos alone with the man. He is trembling. Methos draws his sword and kills him without a second thought. Then Methos returns to the camp, feeling better. "Remember brothers, we live, grow stronger, and then we fight." He says. |