Slowly I trailed behind him, a blank expression on my face, my axe held tightly. I swung my axe into his skull and his body fell limp in front of me. A sigh escaped my lips as I looked up into the sky and pulled a knife out of my side. The screams of the battle that raged around me made me deaf for a moment. The smoke from a pile of flaming corpses blurred my vision. Slightly I loosened the grip on my axe and heard footsteps rapidly approaching me. A knife was held to my neck, the light shining off the dry blade. "The person behind me hasn't killed anyone before." I thought. They couldn't get a word out before I bit down on their hand piercing their flesh. They let go of the knife and winced in pain before they tried to jump back. I twisted my head with their hand still in my mouth, I then swiftly kicked them in the stomach. The wind knocked out of them, they dropped to their knees holding their stomach in pain. I walked over to them and chuckled as I dragged my axe through the dirt. As they looked up to meet my gaze I swung my axe and sliced their head off. Their skull separated by their jaw, fell to the ground and rolled to my feet, their eyes bloodshot with fear. I leaned down and grabbed the skull and looked deep into its eyes as I walked toward a small pile of corpses. Kneeling in front of the decapitated bodies I stabbed hooks into their eyes. I carved off the three heads from the bodies I killed and rose to my knees. The sound of a horn echoed through the battlefield as the last of the enemies fell to the ground. I trudged towards the sound of the horn, my hand on my open wound as I panted. The heads of those I killed swayed from my belt, as their blood dripped behind me. I walked up to a fire and dipped my axe into the fire and cauterized my wound before it could be seen. I placed a small piece of leather into my mouth and looked up into the dark sky. Muffled screams were released as I bit down on the leather in pain.
I spat out the leather as I climbed the hill that overlooked the war. There she sat our leader, Jane. A tall, tan muscular woman covered in scars with short yellow hair and green eyes. The horn sat on her belt as she gazed upon the battlefield in the distance. Four others stood in front of her backing me, their skins bloodied and bruised. I walked over to her and kneeled, my weapon laid at her feet with my head in the dirt. She snapped her fingers and the others did the same as me causing her to grin slightly. Her eyes filled with excitement she pressed her boot onto my head. My head was pressed into the dirt as the others trembled in fear. She lifted my head, her heel against my forehead. I was her puppet, something she could use and abuse as she pleased. For a moment we locked eyes and she made me regret this transgression. With a swift motion, she kicked me across the face knocking out one of my teeth. This kick sent me tumbling into a cage filled with captured enemies. I laid before them barely conscious, unable to tell which tooth I lost as the taste of my blood clouded my mind. She kicked me onto my back and kneeled on my arms, the smile now absent from her face. My face was beaten into a bloody pulp until her hands wore gloves made of my blood. I was beaten within an inch of my life but still gasped for air determined to survive. I looked at the captured survivors, their skins sprinkled with my blood as if it rained down upon them. She pulled a collar and chain off her waist and locked them around my neck. I looked up at her lips as she spoke but my blood had me blinded. My beaten body was dragged and dropped into a small cage. Slipping in and out of consciousness as the battlefield grew further and further away. The smoke slithered its way into the sky toward freedom while I lay in a cage for dogs. My clothes, my weapon, and my dignity were all taken away from me so easily. I closed my eyes and slipped into a slumber for when I awoke I wouldn't be able to rest.