Abasi stood, looking down at the corpse below him. The corpse had a large blade wound in its chest. The blood from the same corpse dripped of the sharp edge of Abasi’s sword. There were other corpses in the room too, many killed by his sword. He looked up to see his friend, Xehn, trudging towards him, kicking lifeless bodies out of his way. “Why the long face my friend?” Xehn grinned, his pearly white teeth standing out against his bushy, black beard. “We’ve won! Victory is ours, many men we have killed today, yes?” Abasi sighed, slumping his shoulders.