Encountering Lord Baltimount

Lord Baltimount is coming! The hiss arose in the throng. The army was unnerved, they had heard of his song. He did not take prisoners, he sliced and diced until dead. This new feeling of discomfort lead to all kinds of dread. He has arrived! A scout of the worst sort told us all. His helmet is enormous, and his sword is not small! Hear the enemy’s horns? That is the brute’s call. We don’t have a chance; most of us will now fall! The battalion was in awe as Lord Baltimount came near. He was tall in his armor which covered all of his fear. I turned and ran away from the front, my mission clear. As his slicing began, accompanied by his own jeer. The Battle of Thundersore was about to commence. Baltimount lifted the sword and a head hit the fence. I turned tail and ran for my life, a coward for real. Lord Baltimount is a product of the devil’s deal.