War. It wasn’t pretty and neither was the crimson-soaked snow. Your knights were going down all around you, the dragons moved closer.

As a commander of your small stature, your knights ignored you and your king only pushed you further. You were mocked and ridiculed, karma took them.

You snapped. You were one of the only few on the frontlines capable of fighting, the rest were down or unable to.

This had gone on for too long and it was time to put and end to it. Time to put an end to the war against two species and two kingdoms.

As humans, your strength was inferior to theirs, but you had something they didn’t. You had dragon slayers. Large swords, taller than the average human male and wider than the length of an arrow. With the metal they were made from, they were light and nimble. They were as sharp as a thousand swords, and could easily get passed their scaled skin.

Your eyes darkened as you roared. A frightening war cry. You rushed into battle with very few knights. You swung your dragon slayer, taking down those who pushed forwards.

It wasn’t enough…Thousands of dragons kept coming, charging at you. Crimson coated your armour and boots, bodies on the floor only posed as obstacles to the finish line.

In the crowd of dragons rushing towards you, your eyes caught a glimpse of the enemy commander. He sat on a black noble steed, coated in armour as elegant as his.

His eyes were red and bloodthirsty. His stare felt like venom itself as he kept disappearing behind the crowd of charging dragons. Yet everytime you saw him, his glare remained the same.

He barely wore armour, it felt like a threat or some sort of power statement. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his scarred body. He had large horns, one was broken in half, that curled to the back of his messy black hair. The sword on his back was almost as large as yours…

Before you knew it, he had fully disappeared into the crowd. You looked around desperately, trying to strike down the threat.

That’s when you looked out the corner of your eye to find him mid air, he had jumped over his knights. Both his hands wielded his sword behind his back, he was charging up to strike from above…

It was time to end the war between Krazreonia, the kingdom of dragons and Ozeria, the kingdom of humans.