The tally marks scratched on the handle glinted under the last rays of sunlight, before the smoke billowing from the burning city cast a neverending dark cloud across the sky.
Soldiers seemingly crumpled before him as he swung his blade about, crushing the helmets they wore and the cuirasses they donned. Now nothing stood before him and the wretched king of this city.
The barbarian wielding the deadly bloodstained battleaxe scanned the ground, nearing the imperial districts where the rest of the rich nobles lived. with a roar, he dashed in, knowing he would have to scratch more marks on the handle of his weapon