Their armour flashed with an unmatched brilliance as they rode out of the city gates and into the plains beyond, armed with flicks of the hand and confident smiles. All that is tarnished, now as they ride back in. Armour warped and discoloured by acid and torn apart by raking claws. Of those who remain wholly, there are no smiles, just faraway looks into the dirt.
Paddy Dobson
2nd January 2024