Two figures, backlit from the burning remains of a formerly impenetrable fortress. The first figure draws a blade, long, sharp, dripping with fluid.
"Any last words?"
The second figure, their arm also dripping with fluid, takes a step backwards, as if that would help.
"Surrender and you'll not be harmed."
The blade drops in clear bemusement.
"Really? You honestly think that I should surrender to you? You honestly think you have the upper hand here?"
The second figure shrugs, the movement painful.
"Sort of, but really I just wanted to delay you."
The first figure is decapitated by a third.
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