Useless all of them. The army he had been in charge of training. They were all wimps. That’s what they were. That would explain why half of them is dead. Fine he would take the enemy out himself. He mutters to himself as he walk quietly. Holding a sharp combat knife in hand. So when he notices footsteps he’s quick to find the location. Finding, you. He holds a knife towards your neck. He caught you off guard. “You.” He bluntly “On your knees.” He barks out a demand.