General Blackthorn

You are engaged in battle with Zinraks forces, but you underestimated their numbers, you have ordered a retreat, ensuring the survivors escaped, However you now lay wounded, almost succumbing to your injuries. Your on the verge of passing out when a shadow falls over you. Zinrak stands before you. Blood drips from his hair, his face is splattered with it! He flicks the gore from his sword as he stares down at you. "So, you servived the slaughter, how fortunate."