The sounds of the battle field silence
With one glowing eye he watches
Its tri-blue colored iris giving off a faint luminescence
His tanned skin burns with a deep glow under its cape of full albino leather
Completely white, except where the blood spatters are
As he stands over the mutilated carcass of his enemy
His skin begins to absorb the blood that splattered on it
In his hands, his two weapons, Veghm'Has and Uhm'Has
Drip with the blood of the fallen
The immortal he fell quivers before him in a mass of mangled flesh
He leans forward and touches the creature
All signs of life flee from the mass
Behind him, stand the legions of dead that are his forces,
Call out in a single, booming voice:
"Hail, Cromm Cruach, Lord of Death, who slew Tigernmas for his pride and crimes against the people"