A lone man stood near the edge of what had once been his home town. The once peaceful town was now anything but. Bodies of his family, friends, and fellow citizens riddled the blood soaked streets. Buildings that he had passed everyday on his way to work were now engulfed in flames, slowly destroying them one by one before his eyes. He fell to the wet ground, sorrow gripping his heart at the scene before him. "Why?" he choked out as he raised his head to the weeping heavens, his arms falling to his sides. Ignoring the rain and tears that fell down his face yelled for a second time, "Why? What did we ever do to deserve this?"
The sound of armored footsteps made the man's head snap in the direction of the sound. From the ruble and flames emerged what the man could only describe as a monster. It wore armor the darkest shade of black he had ever scene and its blood red eyes barely visible from behind its helmet. In each of its hands was a sword covered in blood. It pointed one of them at the man in a gesture saying that he was the next to die.
The man's sorrow was replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear; however, seconds later the fear became anger. He grabbed the ax that he had dropped upon discovering the state of the town and rose to his feet. "I don't care who or what you are, but if you think I'm going to sit here and let you kill me you have another thing coming." The man ground out from behind clenched teeth. "You will die for what you have done here!" He then ran towards the armor clad monster, his weapon raised, not caring for what would happen to him during the battle that was about to occur.
