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...........of words. As I prepared myself for battle, my hair was shorn, and my bearded face was bared. The better to show my enemy who would slay him. And I dressed myself in new garments and mail, that he might know the honor of his killing. I prepped myself with my knowledge, reciting it fully. I mounted my steed of winged shiny metal, and flew into the enemy's valley to face the battle of our words. We met on the field and acknowledged the other. We drew our swords and thrust and parried. First left, and then right, as the sun rose overhead, and our blades connected and cut. A bit here, and a bit there, one slice at a time. Long hours of battling, the battleground was covered with the blood of his interrogations and the truths of my deeds. After long hours he relented in exhaustion, as I had no more to say. He gathered his troops in retreat, as mine held the field as ours. We will only know on the morrows, whom will live from it all to tell.And whether truth brings justice to we victims, of their arrogance..........Amen...

The Battle Of Words In Deposition in the Willamette Valley Of Death, Portland Oregon. (Oct 29th,2009)..............from the Sagas of Erik The Wild One ...