"You descpicable vermin! How dare you kill the Queen's warriors!" A woman's sharp voice sounded, her face slightly familiar as Alexander watched her rush towards him on a giant scorpion.
"Fuck your slut queen; the only queen I acknowledge is the one that will become my woman," Alexander shouted to the woman; slowly, he began to lift the sword across his face, giving these exotic women's blood a taste before flicking his wrist as the blood sprayed onto the dusty sand.
He turned with the momentum from the swing and brought his foot down, planting a boot into an approaching woman's torso, sending her flying backwards, slamming into a group of other warriors.
'This wasn't my brightest plan... But I feel so alive!' Alex thought, as his bloody sword seemed to glow in the radiant sandy dunes.
