Joab and Abishai rode for some time, as the sun was setting.

In the distance, they could hear the cheers of armies.

Large fires were lit in the towns supporting the king.

They were more concerned with their wild brother, however.

Soon, they stopped.

Beniah and his horse stood still before them.

They could barely see him in the darkness.

But he had something with him.

Joab felt a tug at his heart. His eyes swelled.

Abishai already could see what Beniah brought them.

Beniah gently had his horse trot towards them.

Asahel was dead on the back of the horse.

Joab rode up and did not hide his anger or sadness or guilt or rage.

He screamed and swore as Beniah came forward. He denied and accepted and threatened.

Beniah kept coming, jaw firm.

Joab fell off his horse, then crawled to Beniah.

Beniah stopped the horse and gently pulled Asahel off the horse.

He carried the young man delicately and handed him to Joab.

Joab took him and screamed and yelled but nodded a thank you to Beniah, then came to his knees and kissed the lifeless body

Abishai walked forward. Beniah looked at him.

"Was it you?"

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"No. It was Abner."

Joab's tears and runny nose were covered in the darkness, thankfully.

"He begged him not too," Beniah added.

"Do you blame him?" Abishai stated.

"No," Beniah responded.

Beniah then nodded at the two enemies, got on his horse, and rode into the darkness.

Joab held him and cried and wept and screamed.

Abishai let him for a while, but then said it was time to go.

"No," Joab declared. "Abner has eaten my soul."

"We must prepare our brother for burial," Abishai raised his voice. "And for what is next."

Abner rode into his camp, alone.

His soldiers who did not run nor kill themselves came to him. They carried him to the medicine man.

They cried and wept and yelled and threatened to ride into the enemy camp. One final ride.

Joab and Abishai rode into their barracks town by torch light.

They were hailed as heroes and horns were blown and all were in their best clothes.

Some mourners represented the fallen from Swordfall, but all were joyous.

Raised cups of wine and feasting were aplenty.

But all stopped as they rode past.

They saw the lifeless body of the third brother on the back of Joab's horse.

He had stopped cried. He just stared.

The crying and mourning began from the people.

Larkin ran forward, but was pulled back by her sisters, as she was hysterical, reaching for the lifeless boy.

Joab and Abishai had no clue who she was, nor her brother's love for her. They paid her no mind.

The soldiers growled.

"The outcast army must be punished! Come! We will ride and destroy them!"

A holy man and some knights pulled Asahel's body from the horse.

The men kept yelling.

Abishai pulled Joab aside.

"Do you want to stop this?"

"No."

Joab turned towards his angry and bloodthirsty and drunk men.

"Avenge Asahel!" He yelled.

The men ran to their horses.

Abishai just watched.