For a while you couldn’t tell who was winning. The armies were like two exhausted swimmers holding on to each other and struggling to move in the water. The villainous MacDonald was carried by foot soldiers and armoured warriors from Ireland and Hebrides. Lady Luck was smiling viciously at the enemies as if she was his whore. But they weren’t strong enough. Brave Macbeth laughed at Luck, chopped his way through to Macdonald. He didn’t have time to shake hands or say goodbye before Macbeth split him open from the navel to his jawbone and struck his head on the castle walls.