The scent of blood and steel flows through the battlefield; the sight of despair and death stands in contrast against the illumination from the rising sun from its deep slumber overhead. The sounds of blades clashing against flesh and the deep rumbling of the earth itself.
To revive the seemingly dropped morale of the myriads, he removed his silencer so that they would be inspired by the strength and explosive sound and echo of the guns. Not only that, it was also done to strike fear and uncertainty in the ghouls themselves.
Quagmire stood firm, knife in his left hand and the pistol in his right hand at the ready. Three seconds had passed since he had arrived at the scene and saved a myriad from being ambushed. Now, with a click of his tongue and an unyielding grip on his weapons, five ghouls came rushing toward him.
