[ WP ] Lost life

A hot, boiling rage blew forth from Lyon. His sword struck out, stronger than ever before. Lives were ended as Lyon tore heads from shoulders and smashed skulls with fists. Blood splattered the walls with every swing of his sword. Guts and entrails spewed forth from men ’ s bellies while the lights in their eyes shimmered and faded. Ribs were crushed and knees were broken. Jaws were smashed and necks were busted. Skin was cut and fingers ripped. Bones jammed through skin, thick blood running from the wounds. Lyon ’ s elbow bashed into noses showering the walls with more sticky lifeblood. Again and again Lyon ’ s blade ripped through cloth and skin and bone until all the men lied sprawled across the ground. Crimson dripped off his body and soaked his clothes while the last groans of those near death were uttered, bathing in their own bowels. It felt good for Lyon. It felt good.
