Blood and Sand

Kingdom of the Tribesmen.

"I'll make myself very clear. Quite short and crisp. The best way you could ever get it."

The leader of the half group of the strangers started. His voice was high and threatening. At least that was how he wanted it to seem to the lot. He wanted a figure of himself, dreadful and quaking. Such quality which could never be tamed.

"Both the people of this land and those who came with me."

His face stern. Stern and tough as possible. He was creating an impression. An impression which would make no exception of anyone. Not even his own people. He was a beast gone rogue.

"My name is Clement, and I was the son of the Mayor of Chicago before the apocalypse or say, the incursion of those gruesome and cruel machines."