So no time for anything much! But I don't want to be a liar, so here's what I've got so far:
Sword in hand, he strode as Fury down the broken road that lead to the razed Gates of Covenant. Formless apparitions with grining skulls flowed over the hills overlooking the moat of corpses as they drew their evil javelins. But with a movement of the cloaked figure's hand and a flash of his obscured eyes the skeletal forms fell with the sighs of the tormented released as their flayed bones clattered on the rock.
Ahead of the Cloaked Man a feast was taking place. A pack of Ghôls were looting the corpses of the Colour Guard of Covenant, and having robbed them of their lives and possesions poreceeded to satisfy their hunger and glut themselves.
The figure did not stop for them.
A blood-soaked maw was lifted as the largest of the brutes leered at its new prey, cold entrails splattering from it jaws.
The beast pawed its rusting cleaver as it eyed the approaching prey, when suddenly the Cloaked Man was in front it. Just as quickly the Ghôl's head was sent flying from its body, dripping flesh still locked betwen its fangs. The others turned and scattered.
Shattered flagstones shuddered under the heavy footfalls which brought him to the broken Gate. The heavy silence brought by death thumped inside his ears, but the cloaked fiure was aware of the watchers lurking just out of perception. He did not care. But in his path were the remains of the ancient Gates. An impassable heap of broken rubble blocked the old entrance to the city, and sudenly - he was past them.
The rest - will be done When It's Done. ;)