He strides before his waiting army, dressed in black armor. His face is painted black and he has a handprint in blood on his face. The Shadow glares at his men. They fidget under his gaze. His shouts echoed over the valley.
“Why do you quake under the gaze of your leader? Cowards! You must fight as you have trained. If your comrade turns to run, you kill him. There is no fear. If your comrade falls, you slay the one who killed him. There is no grief. If anyone gets in your way, kill them. There is no mercy.”
seriously in love with this! your descriptions are SPOT ON.
ReplyDelete(also, i loved the way that the beginning is choppy. and vague. but very detailed all at the same time. :))
Great! Not someone i'd want to work for... =)
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