Night fell and rain began to plummet to the earth, pattering loudly on his heavy armor. He trudged through thick mud toward the fortress nestled in the looming cliffs before them. Suddenly they stopped; He could barely see anything at all, excluding the huge masses of beasts around him. He could hardly see the fortress, but before he knew it the battle had begun, and with the others, in a mad blind rage he was rushing forward.
He battled fiercely all through the night. Each blow he struck was a blow to his own heart. At last their army destroyed a section of the walls and he surged forward with the rest, his heart aching.
He saw four of his brothers run forward and attack a man with raven hair, a long bright sword, and gleaming eyes like the sea. He killed them all quickly, and then turned, searching for more to fight, looking haggard, his beard and hair soaked in sweat and blood.
Burzgrat breathed in deeply. It was time for him. He rushed quickly toward the dark man, not even bothering to raise his weapon. He looked the man straight in the eyes, venomous yellow locking with slate blue. The cold steel ran through him. Burzgrat fell to his knees, looking up at the dark man, as he pulled his blade from inside him. And the man looked back for a moment, in surprise, because the look in this wretched beast's eyes…Was one of thankfulness…and release. And Burzgrat fell to the mud to join his brothers' bodies... And he was at peace.