March 30th, 1656
Fort Ballari
Black smoke, like a volcanic eruption, rolls up into the air as the battle near the fortress of Ballari reaches a moment of peak.
A figure equipped with demon-like armour and drenched in blood dances through the battlefield as he single-handedly tries his best to overturn the situation he is currently facing.
*Slice*
"Looking at my weakness,"
*Slash.*
"you are taking advantage of it, isn't it?"
*Slice*
"Ha? TELL ME, ISN'T IT?"
*Stab*
"NOW DIE"
The figure, who is undoubtedly Vijay, keeps roaring as he snatches one life after another.
"Come, come, come, come,"
*Slice*
"You **** Europeans can't mind your own business,"
*Slice*
"have to come here to **** die, you pieces of ****."
*Slice*
"COME AT ME! B***"
Vijay, who was feeling tired, couldn't help but get angry at the circumstances. His face was livid, and he was very annoyed by the cunning Europeans.
He let out all his emotions in the battle as he became the grim reaper of the Swiss.
