splintered wood wepons of destruction all spread out on the battlefield rivered with bidies echoes of moans half dead half already near hands raising for help or answering the calls of loved ones beckoning them home tears from loved ones still alive as with visits of mourners vunture waiting to feast on the dead sickness would overcome those as death waited not far in the wings not far the remaining of both armys would try to gather resources for other round or as putt the stage would be to defeat each other in many ways to hurt the other in ine such castle the few remaining who maynot know were prepared for the returning heroes1234 copyright protection471ＰＥＮＡＮＡmkavMiQfR0 尼

216.73.217.39