"Hmph, idiot! Men, fire." Tilio sneered seeing that the masked man was trying to instigate him for a duel.
Marco was unmoved, almost as though he did not see the arrow volley being shot at him. He only leaned back on his horse ever so slightly, moving his hand back holding the Warhammer. His grin below his mask was visible to tilio who suddenly felt cold shivers running through his spine.
Boom!
There was suddenly a booming sound and Tilio was sent flying and crashing into his soldiers to his back.
The valley turned silent all of a sudden because no one had imagined this outcome.
Tilio was lying on top of a few unconscious soldiers with a huge Warhammer embedded in his chest. Seeing how their General's chest was caved in and the blood gushing out like a river from the edges, everyone knew there was no chance he would be alive.