The fight was over. The enemy laughed above what was left of their curious alliance, its bodies and parts littered about the area. A small army of corrupted troopers were with them, threatening to lay siege to yet another defence tower. One lucky survivor was fleeing the scene, as fast as his injured, bestial mount could carry him.
A new figure suddenly appeared from the forest ahead. An ally, for a change. The injured called out, with good intent:
"Flee, they are too many! We must regroup!"
The warrior was left alone, once more. And just as before, he remained unyielding and took a few more steps towards the lost tower. It crumbled on his fourth step and he stopped. A thought shot through his mind:
"Most shameful."
The army was coming, five worthy enemies with it. With his instrument of war, a mighty blade held behind his back, he stood there, patient as a mountain, waiting for the enemy to close in.
An armoured warrior led the charge, his sword larger than lesser men. Flanked by a pair of spellcasters, a hot-tempered beauty and what seemed to be reanimated remains, wreathed in unearthly emerald flames. An archer darted to the main group, faster than any other, her crimson hair flowing freely in the wind. Finally, lumbering in the back, was a titanic beast of flesh and rot. Its every step seemed to poison the ground beneath it.
He gazed at them. Through his mask, he watched the warrior let out a battlecry, he watched the mages ready their incantations, he watched the horde of lesser troopers close in. He readied his blade just as the warrior shot a blast of arcane might from his gauntlet. The mages shot out their own spells, filling the air with multicoloured flame.
True to his teachings, he gathered his strength and, with a cry of his own, he spun. The mighty blade cut through foe and magic alike, cleaving the troopers in two and redirecting the flames and magic elsewhere. The warrior was the first to fall, with several deep cuts where his heart had been. The whirlwind continued on its destructive path. While the witch retreated, the skeleton tried to cast another spell, only to be slashed in half.
He stopped spinning and looked at the three who remained. He sidestepped to dodge an arrow, which proceeded to cleave its way through several dozen trees. The abomination closed the distance, towering above him, and raised both of its fists. The blademaster dodged just in time and noticed the fire mage preparing her mightiest spell, while the archer was ready to shoot once more.
Only one way to do this now. In an instant, he recalled his training. The many hours spent among friends and rivals. The many victories and defeats, which led to the perfection of his kind's art.
His movements became little more than a blur, even for the archer's keen sight. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and interrupted the mage's incantation, before rushing to the other redhead and delivering his fourth killing blow. The monster stared with its maw wide open in shock, as the blademaster struck five more times. He finally came into view once more, clutching his bloodied blade. The monster was true to its name and was somehow still able to stand. It shouted at him:
"How did... you d-do that?!"
He took a few steps closer and offered another question:
"Do you not know me?"
A kick was delivered, which finally sent the monster down to the ground, in several large, disgusting chunks. He stepped over the remains of his conquest and gazed at the enemy defence tower in the distance. As he started walking, he finished his reply to the still-squirming corpse:
"I'm the Juggernaut, bitch."