With the Camel Riders of Azania finally breaking and showing their backs, which they believed no mere sea rat could threaten, the Scourge from the Sea erupted in triumph. Their roars split the green plains as if they had just climbed a mountain that existed only in legends.
"Come on! Is this all the best of Azania can do? I've seen more balls under a woman's skirt!" one pirate bellowed, hurling his axe at a retreating rider.
He missed spectacularly.
The axe spun, hit the ground with a thud, and the pirate jogged after it while the rest of his band doubled over laughing.
"How the fuck did they kill the oil-fucker Emperor? Was he asleep?"Another asked, scratching the crust out of his eyes and leaning on the shoulder of a comrade who still smelled like last night's ale.
A third man knelt beside a corpse, plucked the rider's ornate helmet from his crushed neck, and plopped it proudly onto his own head.
"Honestly? That was underwhelming as shit.Still, this is a nice hat...."
