Vultures lingered around the battlefield, and with the coming of full dark, their human counterparts appeared.
“Water,” croaked a fallen warrior, but a flint-eyed man slit the warrior’s throat before carrying out the grisly search for valuables.
An elderly woman, more careful of blood, smothered the pikeman who called to her for aid.
Red light poured over the bloody meadow. Scavengers stumbled back in alarm as dead warriors again grasped axes and swords. The battle was short, lasting only the space of several screams.
And the dead sank back to rest in Mars’ gaze.
And that’s all. 🙂 This is my first attempt at a drabble, a story told in exactly one hundred words.