Sarron

the battle field was bloodied and lifeless he stood there in the middle of it breathing heavily sweating tired and a bit bloody his enemies blood covered his clothes his sword a bit damaged from how long he let it burn he is covered in grim it was quiet as a mouse he could only hear himself breathing then he noticed movement in the bushes and tightened his grip on his sword and narrowed his eyes at the bush I know your in there…. he said in a cold tone