I wish I could have submitted this in time here, but oh well.

The lion shifted and rested his palms upon the hilt of his blade. The metal piercing the rubble and bloodied soil. "It is done." The sky filled with smoke and glowed with blazing beauty. He basked in it, his glory and his well earned place. He would soon return to retrieve what was rightfully his and with that he opened his great maw, "We move! Gather up the remaining men. We shall strike them at their core by tomorrow's end."

Hope you all enjoyed to read that little bit. This was fun to do considering it's on my birthday AND New Years! A new year to great things! Haha!