On Burial Peak, amidst the smoke-filled trenches, the soil was soaked with blood, as thick as a swamp. The remaining embers continued to burn, outlining the contours of the battlefield.
The fierce battle was close to an end.
As the final crossbow cannon position was blown open by grenadiers' grenades, a dozen charred Clan Rats raised the white flag, trembling and huddled in the corners of the trenches.
They dropped their rusty knives, raised their filthy claws high, and pleaded in discomforting voices.
"Please! Don't kill us! Squeak, squeak!"
The leading Clan Rat knocked its head against the muddy water, its voice sharp and mournful.
"We are innocent! We didn't harm your compatriots!"
The Clan Rats beside it chimed in.
"That's right! All the bad things were done by Shrek Warlord! It was that damned fat guy who forced us to do it!"
"Go after him! Don't kill us!"
"There is a head for every injustice, a master for every debt! We were just following orders!"
