Kanis counted the hours by the dead. It had been a very long day, yet finally the dying slowed. He wiped his blood soaked brow the grime merely smearing.
He stalked forward, a hoof crushing the skull of someone as he brought his spear up to deal with the next foe. It waved it's arms frantically, a novice style did they have no one left worth killing. It's pink face squealed as Kanis impaled it.
Kanis watched it then, the last death of the day. Something seemed familiar of this foe, its eyes looking confused as they lost their light and the body went slack.
The field was devoid of life, in the distance he could see foes retreating from him, into the woods he could see others running from him. Fear him! Kanis the Stained!
He heard it then, or perhaps felt it, that sense of purpose in the back of his mind urging him forward. Urging him towards... Something, someone. He ignored it, there was still killing to be done. Perhaps someone would prove themselves, someone to end the killings.
He sniffed, the acrid tang of gore hung in the air like a fog but there was something underneath if one knew what they were searching for. Strength.
He pulled the spear free from the boy, his body crumpling among the rest. His face watching as Kanis began towards the forest of red.
Want to read more? Here's Chapter 8.
Want to read more? Here's Chapter 8.
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