The enemy commander cackles, watching Anakin struggle as the last of his men fall. Anakin grits his teeth, his bloodshot eyes burning with impotent rage.
"Surrender now, and I might spare your life," the commander jeers, his voice dripping with arrogance.
To their surprise, Anakin bursts into laughter, a harsh, grating sound. A twisted, bloodied smile etches its way across his face, his teeth stained crimson with his own blood.
"Over my dead body!" he spits.
The commander's face contorts with fury. "What are you waiting for? Kill him!" he thunders.
While some soldiers remain trapped by their spears locked beneath Anakin's arms, hundreds more rush towards him.
