Warrior's blessed with angle's light and the tain of the devil's black magic that brings chaos and anarchy lay on opposing sides.
Laying forever int he dank dark abyss man calls Hell.
The tension, fear, and hatred in the air were all consuming like a piranaha feasting on tender flesh.
On some capricious moment, some sinister racist cry the two sides began to charge each other with thoughts of blood revenge.
Their weapons were drawn and gleaming in the crimson sunset with blood lust.
Soon the only sounds anyone could hear were the clangings and clashings of cold steel and screams of utter agony.
The only sight a beautiful, leathal dance of death.
Crimson sprays of blood were flying into the air under the glare of the sunset.
As soon as it had begun, it was over in the briefest of moments.
The fall of man had come as swift and true as an arrow.
The only thing left in the abyss were the cold, lonely winds of oblivion.
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