Prologue:

Glenn fell to his knees in strenuous agony and pain. Holding up his hands to cast another spell he notices them drenched in blood from contact with his legs when he fell. Clenching his teeth he looked up at the grotesque little goats with deadly sharp scythes. They all had crowded around him; blocking any chance he had of running.

"Little shits," he said as he turned and looked behind him to check his flank. All he could see was a sea of endless hordes of the things. He turned, looked back down, and licked the inside of his mouth to find the taste of blood. He started taking deep breaths. All I need is a distraction.
The ground underneath him made a sudden shake. Great, it gets even better. He looked up to see a giant among the children moving toward him slowly. Every step was like a giant tremor that could scar the earth for centuries. As the beast got closer, Glenn had to strain his vision upward. Although the same in appearance, this giant one was at least ten feet in height and carried a much larger version of the serrated scythes. A dark aura filled the air, making the atmosphere seem less dense. As if breathing isn't hard enough as it is.

Trying to keep a positive attitude Glenn places his hands upon the earth below him and concentrates. Slowly energy starts to fill back into him. Just a little longer. Using as little energy as possible, he stands up and faces the large villain. The beast stared at him and laughed, filling the valley with a deep booming voice.
"One wizard; you're telling me that all of my minions had this much trouble with this one wizard. He can barely even stand." In one quick motion the baphomet swings his scythe at Glenn, catching him off guard without inflicting a mortal wound but enough to draw more blood. "That's what you get for using up all your spiritual power too quickly human."

Glenn looked down at the ground, his emerald green hair shining in the morning sunlight.
"And yet, you shall not live to see this sun rise." He replied. Please, for her sake, don't miss.

"I think it is you, foul human!"

With this he swung his scythe viciously at Glenn making it nearly impossible for to miss. The force would have cleaved a hundred men with one stroke if not for Glenn's quick reflexes. I'm sorry Zerase, I tried.

He held up his hand, stopping the blade as it came in contact with his palm. A white aura formed at his hand, eventually engulfing his whole body. The beast pulled the scythe away and swung straight toward Glenn's chest. The weapon hit home, piercing his body with a clean blow. Blood splattered the ground and dripped slowly from the scythe. Time seemed to slow down as blood trickled off, straining the ground. Glenn merely lowered his head and smiled as blood ran out the sides of his mouth in a cool stream over his clothes. Lifting his hand slowly with pure willpower he pointed his finger at the monster.

"Bang…"

Zerase turned quickly, noticing a quick twinkle of light behind her. Even from the height of the edge of the valley she could make out the wave of monsters below. Suddenly a huge flash blinded her vision. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to make out the huge wave of light filling the valley. Holding up her arm in an effort to block the light, she could make out what she thought to be the figure of a person. The figure seemed to raise his hand in a friendly gesture before fading into the light. Darkness followed the blinding flash as she tried to regain her vision and decipher what she had seen. Tears began to race down her face; she let out little sobs and covered her face with her hands to try and hide her pain. She finally looked up and screamed at the top of her lungs:
"Glenn!!!"
The sound echoed to the other side and back. Minutes pasted and there came no response. No repeated flash of light, no noise, nothing. The valley was as dead and silent as a graveyard. Zerase fell to her knees crying her heart over her fallen comrade and friend.