Gun shots and canons were heard all over the whole hyena islands, the sky was gloomy clouded with dark grey and black clouds with a small dizzle and dead bodies lay as a second layer of earth. The aftermath of war was never a beautiful sight!
Some where in an underground tunnel
"How many have we lost?" A middle aged man asked blood all over his face and clothes ripped to shreds. It had not been an easy week for them.
"Twelve...that's the total count. Kevin is missing too but he is not among the dead....yet!" A youngman of late twenties answered as he watched his comrades try to retrieve the bodies of their fallen. "Do you think Captain received our message?!"