On the battlefield, you fight with your brothers, your children, your friends. There is not one person you see around you that you do not have a personal connection to.
Across the field, there is a second group of soldiers. They are the enemy. You rush, just as your brothers do. You clash. You swipe. You cut. You kill. You do as you were trained to do. All you see is the flashing colors of you clenching your eyes too hard.
As you open, you watch as all the people you've known for years die horrible deaths. Screaming in agony, as the other faction rips the heart from their chest with a smile on his face.
You let out a bloodthirsty cry and slaughter more and more of the enemy soldiers, killing each and every one with more and more satisfaction. You know you will die, but you will bring as many of those b***ards with you as you can.
