Introduction
The clang of weapons filled the air, smoke billowing like a long gray cape. A roar occasionally pierced the still air, but for the most part it was silent up on the hill. Or it would be for human ears. The creature standing there was far from human though. It heard everything, the pounding of hearts as the people below him fought and died, the gasping breaths of the injured, the cries of victory as the last person fell, his arm-that-was-not-an-arm making a dull thud as it hit the ground. As the smoke cleared, there was a glimpse of purple skin. The figure smiled. This shall co nicely he thought, oh yes, this shall do nicely indeed.
Can you guess who the last person standing was?
