"Master, are we here to kill people or porcupines?"
Ethan Garcia, deputy commander of the "Pride of the South" knights from Rock Creek City, asked this with a wide, amused grin. His heavy boot pressed down on the bloated belly of a "Spine-peaked Arrow-bearing Porcupine," a magical creature known for its deadly wind-blades. In one swift motion, his sword cleaved through the porcupine's thick neck.
The monster's blood spurted out like the juice from an overripe watermelon, splattering across the ground in sticky, dark streams. The sickly liquid bubbled and soaked into the yellow wasteland dirt, thick and reeking. Garcia, dressed not in his usual gleaming Knight armor but a scuffed, worn leather coat, was drenched in the foul substance. His appearance was far from knightly, he looked more like a savage than a commander.