5 September 2012
The ocean is a massive storm churning
My army shifts from foot to foot in anticipation
Like the ocean rumbles
I roar my battle cry
As the waves hit the cliff
My army charges to meets our enemies
With every crashing wave the cliff erodes
As men drop all around
The ocean pulls back to form another wave
More ranks of men join the battle
Like the ocean who keeps beating the cliffs side
We do not stop our onslaught
The storm has subsided
As our battle is done
The ocean now calm
Our battle field a bloodied mess
The cliff is dented
And our enemies are wounded in ranks
Fight • Opuss № I