As the slave convoy passes, a ragtag band of fifty soldiers enter through the gates, bearing General Burke, badly wounded, on one of their few horses. The shell-shocked lieutenant leading the group stutters in his speech as he is interrogated by the Royal Guard at the gate.
"W-we thought they were dead! There was only a hundred of them left! G-G-General B-Burke... he smashed Sauron's SKULL! We shot the prisoners! And then..."
"They all got back up. It's like the bullets passed through them! There were eighty-four of us left, and they stood back up!"
"Who got back up, Lieutenant?"
"A-All of them sir. The 100 prisoners and Sauron both. We're the only ones left. Just us fifty."
"And you expect me to believe he and his 100 men killed thirty-two of our best trained and altered men?"
"Well, sir, if anyone else shows up, then you can shoot me. But nobody else got out alive."
"Alright then, son. But what about Sauron? Can we still bring him down?"
"Gone, sir. We grabbed the general and got out of there, and we turned around to look and they were gone. Nothing left but bodies rotting in the sun."
[spoiler]Going AFK cause I need to sleep.[/spoiler]
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