"WE'VE WON!!"
Another voice cried out from atop the fort walls, leaving Iron Army filled with pride and the invading mercenaries with absolutely no hope.
With two severed heads held up by their hair, Hurman raised them for all to see with his left hand. The specks of blood on his face and in his white hair painted a new picture of him. No one present saw him as a washed-up, aging patriarch like many assumed back in Trighton. Here and now, Hurman showed everyone his grit and strength, enough to overcome two perennial foes and proudly show them as trophies of war.
"Iron Territory will not fall! This marks our rise!" Hurman shouted again, lifting his earthen sword with his right arm.
"YAAAAHHH!!!"
Iron Army cheered and celebrated their leaders' victories. They were all smiles as they eyed their distraught opponents who had yet to formally give in.
