FOXWOOD MAYHEM
Foxwood Manor, Persephone Island of
Foxwood Manor, Persephone Island of
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With toe in line and fingers in a tight anacondas curl, the dark dressed men of the Foxwood Foot Guard collided Six-Hundred & Six boots together with their respective pairings. The ear striking noise sent chills down the Princess Alice as her eyes were overwhelmed by the sudden extension of Three-Hundred & Three lurid crimson gloves up and towards her. "My Charlotte!" she whispered in shock, immediately regretting having taken the Empresses name in vain.
Alice bit the inside of her lip, breaking way for a languid but distasteful gush of blood to smother her tongue. Felix Ilchester was somewhere in Persephone now scheming, she just knew it, the tall white Mormon Chancellor had dispatched this Military Order of the surest Engellexic Pedigree to protect her, whether she preferred so or not, and in spite of the Royal Guard thus far loyal to her. The Myth of Foxwood preceded them by a titanic berth; despite their prolific infamy the Foot Guard had not been seen publicly in all her life, their myth had struck her as phantom until resonating in corporeal form in front of her this evening.
Although her fingers shook and resisted, Alice found the strength to lift them up to her heart as the Lord Chancellor had instructed in a most imposing manner. "For . . " she struggled for air as the moment struck and overwhelmed, "FORWARD!" Alice rang out with loud decree. "FORWARD!" Foxwood replied, shaking the ground beneath them like a Wieser Tank.
The Royal Guard which preceded them quietly threw down their sabres to the courtyards center, arranging themselves before their displaced Commander who loosened his collar and removed the helmet protecting his head. "My Princess, these swords belong to you, despite our failure to protect . . " the Commander Brenner said, reduced to a whimper as his sabre was drawn for him by the Foxwood Marching Lord, Robert Herschell. Lord Herschell swiftly opened the mans throat without provocation or command from Alice, who clenched her hands tightly in to fists behind her back.
Spilling his life essence in violent spurts, Brenner collapsed beneath the manifest weight of gravity whilst iron tipped rounds punctured the defenseless guards lined up behind him. Weapons silencers made each of their individual deaths seem subtle, and somehow less graphic to Alice in her bewildered state. Never before had she viewed this degree of violence, surely never in such rapid succession, the Royal Guard that had attended to her security for the first Twenty-Three years of her life had been reduced to a motionless mound of human flesh and bone.
Lord Herschell cast the blood moistened blade symbolically aside in to a pile with the others, he slowly approached the Princess who had already prepared her hand to receive his outstretched salute upon arrival. "My Princess" Herschell said from down upon his knees, presenting a dark black coated pistol up above himself, "The Foxwood Foot Guard presents its arms, a ballistic weapon Your Highness, that will protect you from hereon".
"For as long as we both so live" Alice recited, just as the Chancellor's letter had instructed, " . . Forward Cantigny!". Lord Herschell holstered his weapon and took to his feet, which immediately turned him around to face The Guard. "FORWARD" Foxwood called out in grand unison, throwing up yet another salute to Alice for reception. Finally her pride began to swell like a cherry ripe for picking, and while the Princess felt physically quite weak, her youthful mind and spirit was emboldened by the Foxwood mayhem.