He recollected the moments leading up to this sharp loss - the plain before him glittered magnificently with metal as far as he could see - with thousands of armoury that glanced and crashed all around him. Smoke and blood clogged the nostrils, madness seized the collective mind, and with thoughts no longer, this body of men were committing themselves into an empty and frenzied end.
Within the grace of the moment, time appeared to slow, and Red saw an arm raised above him - he waited tediously to feel the slice.
He had been distracted in a second by a curious image inscribed on the skin of that arm ... of a snake that bore a head at both ends, curled round with one head devouring the other.
The arm descended heavily and with that strike the helmet flipped back to reveal his attacker...
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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