It was complete pandemonium in front of Arnold. The place was consumed by fire, chocking with thick, pungent smoke rising to the sky. Scylla's flames had already killed many of the soldiers and lizardmen. A multitude of charred corpses was littered the swampy floor. The air reeked of blood. There were still many severely wounded people crawling to safety, screaming out for help. But there was no hope for a rescue for them. Only death awaited them.
This was Arnold's revenge. Some believed revenge was a dish served cold. However, according to Arnold, each dish required it's own unique preparation. And this time, the dish was to be served while it was fiery hot. Hotter than hellfire.
