• -There they stood, in fury and awe. They called him "Demon" for he was a demon. His right arm was covered in flames while in his left was a sword. He wore a hood to hide his true face, a dark attitude for a dark man.
    -He charged our ranks, each twelve men thick. He sliced through cutting down even our finest soldiers. Anvilmar, Blackblade, Winterspear. Each layed dead at his feet.
    -I sat on the ground, covered only by a thick scrub. He walked around the dead bodies, burning them or releasing their spirits as undead. He bent down and picked up Hassidor. Hassidor still breathed, but Demon 0stabbed the sword through him.
    -Tossing Hassidor's body aside, Demon looked my way. I knew he saw me, I was dead. I readied my spear and charged into the bright light.