A continuation-via poem
The General’s eyes gleamed with a golden light,
as he watched his fellow commander descend upon the fight.
The glory bought this day in blood
more than what was owed.
As his fellow commander landed his hope grew,
with renewed strength he lifted his short sword.
He moved with decisive action to close in on his comrade,
she with the knives.
A short slice here, a measured stab there,
he makes his way to his ally.
With determined action he throws his wings wide.
the air shift throwing his foes off balance.
With a stab to the throat of an enemy he moves to his ally,
“Lovely day to die don’t you think?”
Immediately he sets himself to defending her flank,
All the while a wicked gleam glows in his eyes.