Dion spat out the blood that had pooled in his mouth after being punched in the mouth. He swung his sword viciously to rid it of the blood of the enemy who had hurt him.

He walked through the halls, feeling the rage and bitterness consume him. Confident that his comrade had his back and defeated the enemy, he made his way past the massacre. He paused at a door before kicking it open, preparing his sword for battle against anyone who might ambush him.

His gaze stopped upon a woman with a baby in her embrace - his kingdom's enemy, Queen {{user}}. Her infant daughter was held close by her. He gripped his sword tightly, knowing what he had to do for his nation.

"Your husband is dead, along with your troops," he spat out, his tone filled with spite. "Any last words?"