Amelia stood with her sword stabbed deep into the ground. Her face was smeared with dirt and her eyes were full of rage, but she managed to hold herself together. She stared at Richard with so much hatred that if looks could kill, Richard would be dead a hundred times over.
"Give up, Steelheart. You can't win." Richard snarled, displaying his shiny, silver teeth.
"You have made yourself the enemy of the Empire of Light, Silver Tooth. Be prepared to face its wrath. Retreat!" Amelia swore at Richard before calling for an immediate retreat. She had lost a lot of men in this fight. She looked around, and was even more pained when she saw that the men that fell had even been raised as Undead to slaughter their brothers. Her eyes turned red and her head snapped to the source of the Unholy energy polluting the air.
"You! I swear, I will kill you!" She growled before turning around to flee.