Two people lay in the grass together, naked, embraced in each others arms. She is beautiful, pale skinned, fair haired. He is large, muscular, covered in scars. One of his arms is made of metal. The forest around them fills with the sound of their lust.

The man enters a walled village. Villagers, guards, and carts all move about, it's a typical scene, there's little remarkable about this place. A baby cries, it catches the man's attention. The noise from a cart that's heading out of the town, it's filled with women and children. A young girl stares at him as they pass.

The man draws his weapon from behind him and, in one smooth motion, cleaves the bandit in half. The top half of the body flies across the room and lands on a table. His weapon. It was much too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a raw heap of iron.