The worst of nightmares

Iron and explosive powder, blood and sweat…soldiers perishing by blade as their blood splattered on the debris of a ground stormed by a war. Walcs were perishing just as much as they were killing. It was a massacre, bodies…sometimes less than that, were scattered all over the battlefield. The sky was grey with smoke and light rays were rocketing as shouting stars. One explosion to the left, blowing few soldiers another to the right obliterating some with an excruciating pain gauging by the scream they made before being turned to dust.