"Get up you cowards!" Uther roared at his band of best men that wore horrified faces. He had just knocked out the last one of them after an intense fight. The soldiers did put up a good fight but Uther knew they would lose in the end despite attacking him at the same time. After all, he was their trainer and there was no way they'd beat him even if they were at their best.
"Get up and fight me." He urged them on in anger but the men were exhausted and he knew it. But he needed them to get up and fight him. He needed to let off more steam.
The feelings of betrayal were eating at him, nibbling terribly at his insides and he needed a distraction, a painful one. The fight with his men worked but just for a few minutes and it didn't bring him enough pain to forget the ache in his chest.
Jus
