• They're getting closer. You could hear they're yelling, on the other side of that old solid door, warn out from previous battles, as they closed in. They're armor clinging and the drums rolling...they're feet thumping, swords clashing, slashing, screeching they're cry's. Grunts slowly getting louder, commands barked, our people yelling in terror as the invaders wreak devastation through our once fabled halls.
    Gripping my swords tightly in my hands and hearing the leather crackle under my fingers brought my mind at ease.
    Then, silence...for a long moment. It was so pleasant, even the men stared at each other as if saying, "The way is clear. Now's our chance..."
    With a loud crash and wood crumbling, the door rumbled in anger.

    Reason behind this madness:
    I'm going to Navy bootcamp June 14th and this is whats going through my head right now. Wish me luck to whoever reads this. (comment my pro, and thanks for reading)