The enemy soldier, still trembling from the encounter, recounted the terrifying experience of witnessing Uluç's charge. His voice quivered as he spoke, eyes wide with the lingering horror of the moment.
"I've never seen anything like it," he began, his hands shaking as he recalled the sight. "One moment, we were waiting, tense but ready, and the next… there he was. Uluç, a giant of a man, nearly two meters tall, with those fierce eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. He pulled out his twin axes, and I swear, it was as if the sky itself darkened when he spread his arms wide. He looked like a bird of prey, a massive hawk, preparing to descend upon us."
The soldier paused, his breath hitching as he relived the terror. "And then he charged. He wasn't just riding; he was bearing down on us like a force of nature. The ground shook beneath the pounding of his horse's hooves, and in that instant, it was like we were facing a storm. No, worse than a storm… a nightmare."
He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. "We… we couldn't stand against him. The fear he brought with him was like nothing I've ever felt. We didn't even think to fight—we just ran. Our bows and arrows were useless in our hands, our legs barely strong enough to carry us away. I looked back, and there he was, still coming, unstoppable, unyielding. It was as if he was hunting us, each stride of his horse bringing him closer to cutting us down."
Another pause, this time longer, as if the memory itself was too much to bear. "When he finally stopped, it was like we could breathe again, but only just. We knew he was watching us, ready to charge again if we dared to turn back. None of us had the courage to face him. We kept running, hoping to get far enough away that his wrath wouldn't reach us. But that image of him… charging at us with those axes, eyes burning with rage… that will haunt me forever."
The soldier's voice trailed off, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Even in recounting it, the fear was fresh, the terror still very real. Uluç had not just attacked their bodies that day; he had seared himself into their minds, leaving them with the unshakable image of an unstoppable force, a warrior who seemed more like a myth than a man.