{"id":279,"date":"2009-11-27T20:28:56","date_gmt":"2009-11-27T20:28:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=279"},"modified":"2009-11-27T20:29:00","modified_gmt":"2009-11-27T20:29:00","slug":"chapter-118-bridge-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=279","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 118: Bridge, part 3."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- \t\t@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } \t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Zephyr walked ahead of his followers down the bridge. The sun baking them and a small dot some distance ahead waiting for them on the bridge.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Udo saw the group up ahead and sensed their motivations as they slowly approached, they were definitely mixed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">He searched his own motivations too, what would the outcome to all this be? He knew he couldn&#8217;t be there at the final decision, he mustn&#8217;t be there, he had done too much damage already.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">He allowed himself a decision to meddle just once more.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">&#8211;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">As Zephyr came close enough to the figure to see it was a very old man, and a Warrior too, him and his men fell to the ground having suddenly lost all sense of orientation.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">The men struggled to climb up again but they simply couldn&#8217;t tell which way was up anymore.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Zephyr though, fought his instinct and moved on what he could see alone and managed (with great difficulty) to stand up ignoring his sense of balance.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">He aimed a gun roughly at the old man Udo. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You&#8217;re the cause of this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Shoot me and the effects will remain.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Zephyr thought about it for a moment and believed the old man. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ok.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he lowered his gun.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I want it to be just you t go to her, it isn&#8217;t fair if its all these men plus you against the one girl.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Fair? The only outcome to a fair fight is both sides lose, and die.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I am hoping for another outcome.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Zephyr slowly made his way past Udo and further down the bridge, he gradually got back his sense of balance the further he went.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I just hope this is ok.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Udo closed his eyes before zephyr&#8217;s bullet passed between them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">The glow passed from the corpse before zephyr&#8217;s squirming followers and along the bridge to zephyr, who continued towards the arena, leaving his followers behind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Zephyr walked ahead of his followers down the bridge. 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