Carnage as far as the eye can see. Her friends lay at her feet as the black soot of battle poisons the heavy air upon the barren fields. Banners once representing their faithful credence are now fallen and tattered along with the hope of her company. And though she is blinded by rage, she has never so clearly foreseen her enemies demise. She grasps her sword with the constriction of a river boa, nearly shattering it beneath her iron gauntlet. She trudges forward in a fierce rage, cutting through her enemy like a dense undergrowth. But though she seeks to end their lives, may death not come too quickly, for she wishes them to maintain a false sense of hope as they clutch onto life… all while slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.