Strike him down

He laid softy dying on the sandy ground. You pull your hook blade from his stomach which was drench in blood. You raise the blade in the air yelling out in your tongue.

Your army roar happily as the enemy foe died. His blood riders started to move toward you. You knew they was about to try to avenge their fallen leader. So you arrange for your army to shoot arrows from hidden spots in the khalasars.

The enemy blood riders move towards you. You yelled "Now." Arrows rain down on the blood riders.

You walk over to the blood riders "Now go ride with your Khal in the night lands." You look at the last remaining dothrakis of your enemy, "You men and women. Follow me. I won't enslaved you but I might can't hold back my men from **** your wifes and your daughters. So what will you do?" You ask.