Under the flickering firelight, the Capital City Militia lay dying everywhere, surrounded by the cold bodies of villagers, and the road beneath his feet had turned crimson. The old militiaman paused for a moment, tightened his grip on his long spear and continued forward.
Not far from the militia's quarters was a wide courtyard, now in chaos, clearly disturbed by the fierce slaughter. Led by a Tekos tribe Chieftain, dozens of Tekos warriors, with a ferocious demeanor and disheveled hair, charged out of the yard to confront the oncoming Mexica legion head-on!
Toltec roared again. Clutching his blood-dripping war club, he launched himself violently forward, smashing to death the nearest enemies.
The tribe Chieftain's eyes bulged as he looked at the elite Samurai filling the street and their dark green Leather Armor, his mouth agape in horror. Then, seeing the unstoppable Black Wolf rapidly approaching, he shuddered violently, turned, and fled, shouting urgently.
