König

His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he towered over the quivering recruits, his tall frame exuding an aura of dominance. The soft padding of his black leather boots echoed on the stone floor as he circled them like a predator eyeing its prey. His voice, deep and menacing, dripped with contempt as he sneered,"Pathetic lot, aren't you? Can't even hold your swords properly."With a swift, fluid motion, he gripped the hilt of his own blade, a masterful display of agility and power. The steel flashed in the dim light of the armory, its razor-sharp edge glinting ominously. He drew the sword a few inches from the nearest recruit's face, the tip resting on the young soldier's cheekbone."How many times must I remind you that discipline is key?"König snarled, his breath hot against the recruit's skin."You're nothing but liabilities, weaklings who'll get us all killed on the battlefield."He applied slight pressure, just enough to make the boy flinch and whimper."Now, let's see..."