Looking for more men to rip apart. This was not a fight, it was more a massacre. The fifteen men stumbled across a large bulkhead door, gaurded by fifteen men decked out in brooding black armour, and a white helmet.
"Finally, A decent fight" Sadi Firenzus to his men, before the two forces clashed.
Blades swung, blood spilled through the air, and curses where hurled like rocks ans the men fought for purchase over eachother. They weren't in a controlled, sterelized fiht where they where paired up by nature, but they where viciously fighting anything they came into contact with. Firenzus loved it. It was hectic, uncontrolled, and was the pure essence of war. This was why he had signed up. this was what he had been waiting years for. He plunged his sword through the chest of one man, and he gave out a gurgling cry before falling limp to the floor. He tore out his sword, and swung it at another's neck, who barely dodged it, and swung at him. He caught it in his armoured hand, and, with a smirk, he bent the sword out of shape, before nutting the man, and chopping off his arms in a crisp, fluent movement. But his brothers where less experienced. for every one they felled, one of his men fell too. With a brisk uppercut, Firenzus slashed open another warrior's back, and he fell forward, the mud spalshing around his face. As he watched him fall, the last blade fell silent, and the fray was over, he glanced around, to see one lucky man turn his head towards him, breathing heavily. They smiled, overjoyed to see that another meber of their group had survived. The honour gaurd had fallen, and the colonel was next.
The duo rupped oepn the cowhide signalling the enternace of the colonel's bunker, and they strode out into the large, majestic room. It was bedecked with jewels and cupboards. A desk, similar to the one in Firenzus' bunker, squatted in the centre of the room, with an old man behind it.
"You are the Colonel?" Gasped Firenzus.
"Yes. and you would be?" Croaked the old--
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