Clang. Clang. Clang. The eerie sound of metal hitting metal echoes, resonating across the clearing. The sound might have been melancholy, if it did not clash with angry voices, dripping with malice and hate. These men are thirsty for revenge, they long to see the broken, lacerated bodies of the enemy littering the battlefield. The armour encasing my body is cold and unfamiliar, but still not as fo...