The lone figure tops the crest of a looming dune. The arid desert air forms
rivulets of heat throughout the air. The line of creatures charge, the
sound of their armor killing the silence. Behind the warrior a line of
knights rise up. The man raises his sword in his last cry, and charges for
the creatures. His sword carves intricate designs in the air and the bodies
of hell-bent creatures, casting off axes and spears. His eyes show only
determination. Slowly he falls to the ground, staring intently in the eyes
that he knows to be his killers. " The creature stares down at him as if
puzzled. The man's hands are behind his back. The creature rears back and
stabs the man through the chest with a crude spear. The man only stares as
the sword penetrates his flesh, then ribs, then heart. The man continues
his stare. His dead eyes penetrating the skull of the beast. It rears back
in disgust, and stabs the man again.