A Token of My Gratitude
The attack was both swift and utterly brutal. Ezekiel swung his sword at every moving soldier he could find, even jumping off his horse in favor of being up close and personal with each kill that he made. Some of his attention was still on his army, however, mentally tallying the general position of his men just to make sure that nobody was left on their own.
"Secure all the exits! Leave none alive!"
Shouting out another order, the Prince returned to his regularly scheduled program of killing and maiming. With each swing, another bisected body fell to the ground, his strength and rage carrying him to victory the deeper he led his army into the encampment.
"This is therapeutic," Ezekiel chuckled to himself as he cut down what felt like the hundredth enemy soldier he encountered. "Who knew that taking out your anger on your enemies would be this much fun?"