The truth of War God

"Huff.

Huff.

Huff…"

The war God was having trouble breathing, as he slowly fell down on his knees to take a much-needed breather. He noticed that his trembling hands were now out of strength completely and his body was riddled with injuries from top to bottom. He was inching closer to his demise, but there was no fear, only a little disappointment. 

He was completely drenched in sweat and blood with the latter being mostly from his enemies. He looked ahead to see a vampire prowling ahead in a transformed state, weighing his weakness from the distance. 

"You….huff...I am not done, yet. Critter! ...I, ..the war God.."