I let out a breath has the horns blow. We charge. I take out my swords. Never before have I fought like this. With weapons. On two legs. I'm not used to fighting alone. I mean, I'm not alone there are many soldiers, but I don't know any of them except scar. It's unimportant. I see the White Crane on horses. Not Zebras. They weren't stripped. Some even had elephants. Oh boy. 

I slam my sword into one of them. He has a spear. He looks so young. He looks like a child. I can see because he's not wearing a mask. Am I really ready for this? Killing? I've killed prisoners but that doesn't compare to the actual battlefield. I slam my sword into his stomach. He winces. I see the blood drip. I rip it out. He drops. I look around. This is a mess. How messed up is war? Power. Blood. Pain. Death. Dust clouds were forming. It's like a monster with multiple heads and limbs and a body of fog.

Jeez. What am I saying? I charge again. I'm not supposed to feel conflicted. I'm supposed to be feared. I drive my sword into another one. I rip it out. As I look around, there's so much blood. I don't think I've ever seen so so much blood. It's like a pond. 

"Anubis-" I pant. 

Another charges behind me.  slice his throat open.

"Please let me get through this." I say.