Asyiqin: Descriptive Writing

The faint yellow, worn-out bandages failed in concealing the injuries on his left eye and his arms as the red blotches on it were slowly increasing in diameter. His used to be dark yellow uniform was now covered with splashes of crimson. He clenched his sword at its tiger-engraved grip with an air of confidence. His sharp, amber eyes stared his depleted opponents from head to toe, studying their expressions for a hint of courage. Conrad Weller charged at the enemies with his raven black horse as the blinding light from the sun reflected off his sword and into his opponents’ eyes.