Thud. Thud. Together the vicious Black Army began to march forwards. Lightening cracked the night sky and the rain began to lash the stained armour enveloping the bloodthirsty, roaring soldiers.
Thud. Thud. To helpless victims of the inevitable massacre, it felt like the end of the world was stomping towards them. As if the hand of some angry God was reaching out to wipe them off the face of the earth.
Thud. Thud. The screaming Black Army unsheathed their rusting swords. The victims fled in terror. They wouldn’t get far.