I was standing knee-deep in a large pool of blood. The slain corpses of my foes were all around me. My bare chest was heaving, covered in gore. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I looked in victory toward the western hill. I saw you there mounted on your steed. Your great beast reared back and you raised your fist to the heavens. I too gazed up to the darkening sky and the clouds parted, in that moment I heard one phrase uttered by all the souls of the dead: "Beware the Brütal Gentleman"