Rakahn unleashed his fury on the battlefield, his khopeshs slicing through enemies with ruthless efficiency. In front of him, an enemy soldier clumsily raised his sword in a futile defense. Rakahn's blades crashed down with such force that the sword shattered, followed by the soldier's body being cleaved in half at the waist. A sickening crack echoed as blood splattered across the frozen ground.
His khopeshs, as sharp as claws, encountered no resistance. Rakahn felt his rage boiling within him, fueled by the still-burning humiliation of his past defeat against Kido. Despite Kido's undeniable strength, Rakahn could not tolerate the growing disparity between them. Today, he intended to unleash his frustration through the blood of his enemies.
