I gripped the handle of my quarter staff tightly and swung it down slicing though a soldiers helm.

Screams of pain and roars of the dragons above filled the battle field.

I blocked another attack from my left and smote him down with a kick to the groin.

My friends were falling around me.

Dozens of the kings men surrounded me laughing as they saw the advantage they possessed.

I braced myself for the first attack just like I had been taught all those years ago.

Then they all charged at once.

I swung the staff around the blade on each end whistling with joy though the air.

They hesitated and approached me as they would a mad beast.

I propelled myself forward stabbing a man through his breast another attacked on my right.

I stepped to the side as his sword cut the space where I was a second ago.

I struck him in the thigh then beheaded him in a swift motion.

More and more of the soldiers surrounded me oblivious to the raging battle around them.

A pile of bodies started to form, falling from my staff or slipping and impaling themselves on the forgotten swords of their comrades.

My battle seemed to last for hours, one soldier replacing the next until I had a pile of bodies larger than the blue dragon locked in combat with the red above me.

At some time during the intense fight my staff broke leaving me with two blades.

I cut down men on my left and right my eyesight flickering at some points during the fray.

The battle was at a such fast pace that I hardly got a second to rest or retreat.

The mound of bodies before me got larger and larger but still I fought with a fierce desperation until my hands were bloody from the wooden shafts of my staff.

Soon my concentration started to flicker a gash on my leg brought me back with a sharp tug.

I stabbed my assailant though his eye and my blade broke.

I barely had time to retrieve a sword before I was once again flung into the brawl.

I was at a disadvantage using a sword, but still I fought slaying every soldier that crossed my path.

Now the pile of bodies was as big as a large house and on top of which my view of the battle field gave me a chance to scout for some reinforcements.

I barely had a second before another group of soldier started to climb up the pile of corpses to kill me.

I picked up a discarded bow and pulled out a arrow from the quiver.

My first shot was wide but my second was on target the man closest to me fell a arrow protruding from his throat.

In the distance I could see a ship, small specks of fire fell on the enemy soldiers.

And then I saw the great blue dragon sapphire hover next to it and fly to the battle.

Towards me.

The rider Eragon jumped of and stared at the heap of bodies surrounding me.

I sprinted over to him and bowed slightly.

"sir the enemy seem to be retreating" I croaked I had little energy to talk with.

"it is not a surprise seeing how many men you have slain" he chuckled as saphira gave a great burst of flame which engulfed a horde of soldiers charging at us.

" what is your name?" he asked resting his hand on my shoulder I could feel strength pouring into me.

"Arthur sir Arthur Felk" I bent over to retrieve a spear.

"after this is over would you please visit me in my tent if you're still alive that is" he jumped onto Saphira and they took of.

I fought until my breath left me in shudders and I could no longer stand.

I slowly searched around for soldiers but none appeared.

I headed back to the varden and collapsed before I could reach the entrance of the dragon riders tent.

Please give comments and advice I havnt read the book recently and some things may not be in chronological order