The battle then continued in a whirl of confusing action, a blur of ash, steel and rivers of red mashed together in such a disjointed manner, it almost matched the horridness of my own fractured mind; all to the haunting backdrop of a constant, unceasing clash of battle and slaughter echoing in my ears, while I lead my men to strike down band after band of dangerously desperate men and women in the narrow streets of the decimated city, in the ruined homes of some random family, beneath the broken gates of crumbling walls, as my men hurled defeated foes from the battlements and roofs above alike, into the gory inferno below.
I couldn't describe more of it even if I wanted to.
