A silence worthy of cemeteries,
This is the legacy of the speech by the man who shook the earth,
With his rage
And his monologue without margin.
Then the blue-haired woman spoke.
‘I want to believe in your words and love them like gold.
But what if we all get killed in our first defence?
Fighting soldiers? I'm not even thinking about that.
Unless you've got some miracles to pull out of your pocket.’
At these words Habib stood up rather satisfied.
‘So leave it to me,
As soon as their leader arrives
Alone and if my hand stops him,
You will follow me in my grievance.
- Well, in this case, I, Laetitia Monomon,
Will follow your lead as we follow our shadows.’
And slowly, the whole of Marcheroi accepted
Habib's request in exchange for this miracle.
How could a simple peasant defeat
A soldier of the Marquis, one to be feared?
Time flew by like sand in the wind.
3 horsemen and two soldiers with long spears arrived.
Corporal Léandre was with them, looking straight ahead.
Stolen story; please report.
Only Habib was there, waving to them.
‘Come, let me give you a taste
What the governor has been feasting on.
- What madness would you, Habib, have committed?
- And your people took my daughter.
Listen, I'm not going to waste my time on pointless palaver,
The day before we were friends
And today I stand against this futile government.
It cannot be otherwise and I know you will not follow me.
- Habib O Habib, you are far too important for Marcheroi.
Would you like a daughter? Calm down and we'll give you girls and women!
Habib Ô Habib stop acting in good faith,
Your brother has served his time and you must move on like a good soul!’
At these words we saw a real shooting star
crashing down on Léandre,
Who could only graze the blade of the machete,
so much so that his helmet cracked, revealing part of his face.
‘I didn't know you were a warrior, Habib!
- Don't talk about my family, you vile pig!
- Enough is enough! You'll know remorse!’
The corporal took his foil and began
A recital of blows like a landslide,
To finish off his enemy in bits.
But the brother was very quick and like a dance,
He slid in close to Léandre with his weapon.
‘I can't believe you've never been a soldier!
In one swift movement, the machete pierced the armour,
And the rider's tendon.
Without it, it would have been impossible to keep his weapon in hand. Léandre's head flooded with thoughts.
This was the end, had he lost?
He still had his other hand, quick, get your horse moving!
Your son is waiting for you to return to the capital, don't fall!
Where did Habib get his experience of combat that had blown him away?
Quick, Léandre, kill him!
You haven't seen Mÿsm for 6 months!
Don't disappoint your son!
Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
Quickly, quickly! Quickly, quickly! Quickly, quickly!
Léandre! Kill! Kill! You're KingWalker's Corporal!
No fight is lost!
Storm under a skull.
Habib savagely slashes his machete through the entire frame.
Piercing the entire body of the pathetic titanium soldier.
‘Mÿsm... Don't ever become like me... I should have spent more time...
- You were just an example.’
The steel body collapses onto the sand, and sinks.