Charging into battle, warriors bravely face an enemy chanting the demise of both sides: none leave alive.
Blood flickers and dies with its men. The rotting flesh offers an appetizing stench to the scavengers of land and air.
Leaves.
Rain.
Snow.
Dirt covers the field in time.
Fallen timbers are cleared along with their tall brethren and thick cousins.
Soldiers against forces of nature are paved black for progress.
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