The Black Reaper ducked under the blade of a rather brave swordsman that belonged to the Union before spinning quickly and stabbing the man in the nape of his neck and twisting it, blood flowing out of it like a waterfall.
They were raiding each military base they came into contact with and stealing their supplies while taking control. The only survivors were those who pledged allegiance to the Black Reaper. Captains led the newly controlled Legion bases along with dozens of other men and women who agreed to stay while the Black Reaper and the rest of the Legion marched on.
They were close. So very close. Close to ending this Civil War.
Close to ending the civil war he started. He laughed a little as he cocked his head to the side as he watched as his men slaughtered the Union soldiers in perfect harmony, a pleased hum coming from his throat.
