The bludgeon burst through the front gate of the keep. Enemy soldiers poured in. Smoke clouded your vision after the balls of fire had been hurled into the keep. Screams filled the air. Blood stained the streets.

You look down from the wall and see him taking down your men left and right like he was born for bloody violence just like this. He looks up at your position and starts making his way up the stairs towards you. He’s cutting through your men far too easily. He’ll be here any second.