Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don't care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn't mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines.
Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him.
Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it being sharpened by a mountain, and its other wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that look like he is going to make the world get flooded in the river of styx, andyour only way is the underworld.
The ugly sound of crows become louder and their movements become faster but still in circles they obliged their flight, its give this being a startling effect of awe and resignation, while he looking for a dying human with strong willpower to live despite the undeniable fact that he will die.
Seeing those negative energy follow him wherever he goes, gives him a feeling of satisfaction, absorbing some and tracking for the perfect candidate until he feel something, somehow a feeble pulse attracted him, it produce a much bitter smell of hope, but a greater aura of fear, pulsing toward him like the waves of seas , irregular but consistent, his fear of perishing here overcome his hope of living, yet both are strong.
While following the holder of this emotions and this kind of feeling, a funny sound was heard, a giggling faint scream like a hyaena that get cut in her stomach and eaten alive with a splashing sound wasproduced from struggling create a stronger force from a weaker ability.
A bloodied man, with bothhis hands severed and an arow that was stuck in his throat, a sword being held like a supporting stick to stand up, using the commotion of the crows to sneak out while those lived in the field are distracted and beholding this frightening sight in memory.
The struggling didn't stop, but his momentum is becoming weaker and weaker the longer he persist, and in frond of him is a the horrifying grim reaper with his soul devouring scythe, looking at him stiving to live, but for what is in frond of him, he is not different from a fish out of water, striving for survival, forcing itself to breathe but to no avail but feverlesslly trying to live.
While this poor man fighting for his live, two green like eyes looking at him like a snake stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect time to attack, that it come sooner than expected, his handless arms laying in the muddy blood of his that stops moving but still shivering , his eyes colors of vitality start fading and his blood stops coming out of his body.
In his dying breath, something felt wrong, he still can think and see himself from above, he yelled at himself to wake up, but no voice come up, he try to shake his body but his hand that still attached to his body fazed through ,so he try to command it to move but his body didn't obey him to move, desperation and fear overwhelm him, he can feel himself in the process of perishing, no valckery here to take him to valhala, not even hell of the Christians around him, only seezing to exist.
However an shackle was heard behind him, he turns around and a hooded monster with a skull head with a terrifying scythe greeted him, looking at the inferno like eyes paralyzed him and stops any attempt of moving, or escaping, he can't speak but he is still has the power to think, but he only has one thought in his mind while liking at the abyss that preparing itself to devour him,' Death is here to deal with me'.
"Do you want to live? Nod if yes or perish otherwise". A booming voice that can flip mountains upside down and shaking seas almost destroy him, so there is no mind-blowing reaction considering his situation, he just followed his desire and nods automatically without thinking than darkness swallowed him hole.