[i]As the two were immediately subdued, the remaining three backed away, before.. one took his sword, and rammed the weapon into his stomach. The man cried out in anguish and fear, ripping it out sideways as intestines fell from his opened wound, blood spilling into the ground.[/i] [i]He had been driven to that.. what were they truly dealing with?[/i] "[i]Kill them, gut them, wear their skulls. Doesn't matter, when the strings are pulled.[/i]" [i]The lines kept getting stranger and stranger.. as the two remaining soldiers held up their weapons with a certain fear, their hands shaking from anxiety.[/i]