Rocks crushed under armor clad boots, the clinking of metal armor plates colliding with one another, the noise caused by the friction of fabric, the screams of injured men, such a myriad of sounds that are all music to my ears. The battlefield is strewn with bodies, some with their souls still attached to them others the souls have long vacated. All that remain standing are a few of the members of the armored faction, and the wall of dark creatures conjured up from the depths of hell. My armor has lost its luster, tarnished with the blood of enemies and allies alike, coupled with the dirt and grime and I am a sight to behold. My once blonde hair, now matted to my forehead with blood and grime, is a tribute to the sad sight that I have become.
The rumbling of a stampede reaches my ears. As I raise my head to look at the source I had not noticed that my eyes had dropped to the ground. The wall of foul detestable creatures was charging forward towards the remains of the army and myself. A mercenary for hire, a shallow being whose only purpose in this life was to fight, that is what I have become. I no longer believe in anything, my faith in otherworldly powers has long since faded. I am however not without the will to fight, for that part of me burns brightly in comparison to the dying embers of my former self. A smile appears on my face, my azure colored eyes focus, and my grip on my sword tightens.
Adrenaline fills my veins, I start to bounce on the balls of my feet. The soldiers stare at me as if I had two heads. A grunt escapes my mouth as I heft my sword from my side to over my shoulder. The blade as long as I am tall and wider than half my chest plate. Then I begin moving forward. Walking turns into jogging as the rage builds within. I let out a roar as I begin my charge towards my final battle. As I approach the wall of death, I raise my sword over my head with both hands above my head, a visible sheen of abnormal power surrounds my blade swirling faster and faster. I leap into the air high above the enemy, an acrobatic front flip comes during my decent. I roar in defiance as I slam my blade through the skull of the demon.
The amount of inertia enough to sever the monster in two, an unearthly scream accompanies its purging from the world. My blade stops before it hits the ground and I twist my body into a spin cycle releasing the energy stored in my blade. The result is everything within at least three sword lengths being incinerated. The charging wall grinds to a halt. The malice filled creatures encircle me, smart enough to stay a good distance away. The sound of a large powder fueled war machine being fired is then accompanied a large iron ball ripping the circle asunder. I race towards the hole created dragging my weapon behind me. Three demons fall to my blade in the attempt to impede my exodus from a impossible situation.
Another blast from the cannon mauls the demon forces. With enough space between myself and them I venture a glance up at the war machine. Its operators are reloading the cannon with such haste. I looked at my possible saviors only to watch in horror as blast of fire engulfed the cannon as well as the brave souls who had been firing it. The equalizer was now gone, as were the hopes of the army. I turned to face the regrouping demons, the wall replenished as if it had never been attacked. The magic wielder at the head of the horde fell back as it charged forward. My power had not returned, I took to running up the hill where the cannon once stood.
I watched in disbelief as the soldiers were extinguished by the evil. The sheer power left me intimidated, and I turned to run from the battlefield. I had not realized that hill I stood upon had no other side and all that awaited me a large drop into deep canyon. A small portion of the horde caught the my scent and charged up the hill. I met them with as much brutality as I could muster. My sword tearing through their foul flesh, I lost count of how many had fallen to my blade. They kept advancing, fresh ones replacing the expired, I was being pushed back towards the cliff edge. It is known that a good warrior always maintains awareness of his surroundings, so it is not the demon hordes that lead to my downfall. It was my own lack of awareness.
I had failed to see a remaining keg of gunpowder, which was noticed after I had cut another enemy in half. My sword struck bedrock and the sparks landed in a hole in the keg. The force of the explosion sent me flying through the air, I peaked just over the middle of the canyon and began my decent to death. Large boulders pass me on my way down crashing to whatever lies at the bottom of this canyon. My vision fades to black as I'm sure that I am in death's clutches. My only wish was that I could have made a difference and annihilated the evil hell spawn who plunged my world into darkness. I'm sorry..........