That depends on who you ask.

Some say the wretch had a fleet at its disposal, while others claim it tore the city asunder in broad daylight, alone, and drenched in blood.

[His chuckle comes and goes faster than a blink.]

I imagine the truth lies somewhere in the middle.

[But when he rolls forward to tuck his chin into his unagonized palm, it's with an air of palpable thrill.] Were they tall, these unflinching rigid warriors? Broad in stature and singleminded determination and rippling with muscle, perhaps?

Asking for a friend.

[He has no friends.]