William barged in the small room which was close by, and clawed the closest enemy right across its neck! A head inevitably rolled across the room after that point, but the disaster did not stop there.
"It's not what it looks like!" The other soldier hollered.
Since he was the only survivor, it was imperative to emphasize one thing. "We were trying to give her a pair of pants, not take them away!"
The explanation checked out, as the same soldier held a seemingly new pair of black pants on his forearm. They were wide and stretched out quite long as well, clearly made for guards.
Anyway, since the horned-demon couldn't kill the general due to the task at hand, an urge to slaughter anything else in the perimeter grew noticeably! It was tricky to pin-point which side of his craved a massacre, but it seemed pointless to attack regardless.
