The iron smell of blood was very thick in the air. He couldn't avoid stepping on those red puddles. His faithful black sword accompanied him on his right hand. While in his free hand, he carried a head of another man that he just removed from the body.
He kept going. Everyone was looking at him. How could they not?
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