They raised their weapons, licking their
Long, shiny canine-like teeth. On the opposite side
Of the creatures stood a small pitiful army
They shot nervous looks upon themselves. It
Was the last battle, and they all knew it.
Tears streamed down some of their faces, this
Is it, this is how it all ends? They thought. The
Archers pulled their bows taut. The creatures clenched
Their weapons, eager to spill the blood. They
Wouldn’t even shed a drop of their crimson gore.
It was the last battle for the humans,
And they all knew it.