"...You ever been on a warzone? My first one.. gods, it was something. It smelt of shit and blood.. then the first man I ever killed ran up to me. Now.. he wasn't very intelligent. I'm six foot seven, he was five foot eight and holding up his shield, trying to bash me with it. Shields aren't good against great axes. I slammed the head into the poor man - Gods, either he was pathetic or I'm something else - either way, his arm snapped back, a scream leaving his lips as he fell. I.. I think he tried yelling. Then I split his head in two. It was.. ...something else." [i]Isabella would sigh, only then.[/i] "I can assure you that under Trayven control, you won't see battlefields left and right. I promise."