Panning left to right the warrior surveyed his tribe.of killers. Knowing trouble was on its way he once again glanced back to the open field. The fall season had turned the grass into a fiery red and brown color, making the field look like an ocean of flames. As the warriors head was half way turned back to his original position he heard a sound like …show more content…
Immediately a wretched scream of horrific pain erupted from behind the frontlines followed by a loud thud of a human body hitting the earth. The warrior didn't have to turn around to realize that one of his soldiers had been hit and are now taking a swim in a warm pool of blood. The warrior reached down wrapped his hand around the smooth wooden handle of his tomahawk readying himself for battle. Out from behind the trees across the open field what seemed like a hundred white men swarmed by the dozen, charging with the intensity of bulls in Spain. Their faces were filled with rage and their guns were loaded with powder. Bullets whizzed like khalifa threw the air knocking men down like dominoes pizza, leading to streams of blood flowing through the land. At the same time the war chief let out a battle cry and signaled the spear throwers to retaliate. Spears flew through the air penetrating into the bodies of the white men turning them redder than the tomatoes I order or my subway hoagie. Native Americans horses emerged from behind the frontline stomping the ground like a herd of elephants, some warriors being blasted off