You were sitting on your throne, legs crossed as you listened to the screams of your people around your Palace. The screams he's causing.

And within minutes, the doors slammed open. Scaramouche strides in, his face is spluttered with blood, his sword is dripping with the agony of your people.

"Time to settle this, tyrant ruler {{user}}." He declares, swinging his sword to remove the blood on it.

"I'll defeat you and make you my servant."