Siege of Falador (Continued)

Friday 21st November 993 (continued)

‘This has got to stop, Samson!’
‘What’s gotta stop?’ I replied, knowing full well what I had done.
‘What’s got to stop, what Samson?’ Jascar asked with a small grin on his face, as if to say that he was better than me. Yet I knew that, if I didn't swallow my pride, I would be out of work.
‘'What's gotta stop,' I sighed heavily. 'Sir'. But this still didn't seem to please him. I braced myself for another wave of reprimands. To my surprise, he didn't say a word; he just looked at the wall longingly.
He turned to me once more. 'Look, Samson, I know you think I am a stuck up little Idiot, but I would just like to say...'
‘Is this an apology I hear coming on, Jascar?’
‘Just let me finish will you? Anyway, I would just like to say that I am sorry for all the prating around and things that helped lose you this promotion.’
'Well, if that's it, do you mind if I go?’
‘Wait…. So basically what has got to change is our attitude towards each other.’
Both he and I paused, neither sure whether this proposal was a good one to make.
‘Well I suppose I could…’ A huge clap of cannon fire, followed by another and another, interrupted my acceptance. Both of us rushed out; I ran towards my friends, knowcking Jascar off balance in the process. When I reached them, I got them and we ran for the Falador side exit.

Written By: Neil 1231
Edited By: The123King
Coded By: Gamestar