And for a while peace reigned in Arsenalia.
The Duke and his knights continued their campaign setting out to Liver-puke, the lair of Brendan the Barbarian and his cannibalistic host. The army of Arsenalia had laid waste the Barbarian’s army sometime before; four thousand dead men. And that day, they sought to do so once more.
Duke Wenger: Lord Sagna, set sail to Liver-puke!
Lord Sagna: Yes my Duke! We set sail on this magnificent warship! Mighty like our castle!
Lord Ozil: The Barbarian you say, holds the keys to the dungeon wherein lies some mythical creature?
Lord Giroud: Ah, yes! But we laid them to waste before! We shall lay them to waste yet again!
Lord Ox: I hear that the Uruguayan Cannibal has the ability to morph with a certain Sturridge, the work of the witch of Endor.
Lord Giroud: Fables! The witch exist-eth not!
Unbeknownst to the Duke and his knights, word had reached Brendan the Barbarian of their impending approach…
Now, the Liver-pukes gathered together their armies to battle, and where gathered together at Anfield which belong-eth to J.W Henry III.
And the Duke Wenger and his knights, in their warship sailed in-between the ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ mountains from whence they saw the silhouette of Barbarian Brendan and a woman…
Lord Arteta: Can he not see that we come-th to plunder his kingdom?
Lord Giroud: His entire army has run scared! ha!ha! And they left him alone to face us. I told you this was gonna be easy!
Duke Wenger: *Deep in thought* Hmm… This does not seem normal.
Meanwhile Brendan the Barbarian spoke to the woman beside him...
Brendan the Barbarian: Sister…it is time for the Arsenalians to pay. Remember what they did to my men and I at the battle of Gillespie. Your child waits to do your will…
Woman: *long silence* Release the Kraken!
They were lucky to get out alive; the Duke and his men. The other foot soldiers lost their lives, it was a bloody day indeed.
The Duke and his knights swam for the LudicrousLiarAlot mountains for safety, there, they were safe from the Kraken. King Chips of Arsenalia sent a few warships to pick them up two days later.
Defeat.
At the palace of Emiratia…
Lord Wilshere: Will we ever recover from such defeat?
Lord Ozil: I did not sign up for this!
Lord Nacho: I want to go home.
Lord Per: Knights! Keep your heads up! If we could escape the Kraken, we can still win this war! We can!
Lord Podolski: Ever thought of taking up politics Lord Per?
Lord Ox: *whispers* That woman was the witch wasn’t she?
Lord Artets: I guess so…
Lord Ox: I told yer! I told yer!
The Duke walks in…
Duke Wenger: Word has reached me that Moisty Moyes approach-eth with his henchmen from Old Traffordshire! we need to stop feeling sorry for ourselves and fight!
And so the knights dusted themselves up and went out to fight.
And the henchmen of Old Trafforshire and their leader Moisty Moyes could not comprehend the knights and the walls of Arsenalia. They retreated.
Truce.
