The sword screamed as it cut through the air, and slashed through the flesh of its unfortunet victim. the limb hit the ground with a sickening thud.

By now it was midnight and shadows danced across the misty, moonlit path.It was a gruesome sight, thousands and thousands of bodys pilled on top of each other. The swords most resent victim was lying in a sobbing heap, clutching his bleeding arm, it was so intense, the pain, it had to be over, then with a final jerk he lay still.