His breath came in large, uneven gasps as sweat dripped down his face. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, even the giant broadsword he usually wielded with ease felt heavy in his grasp. The thought of retreating for a brief respite crossed his mind, yet he knew he had to keep up the fight. If he didn't, all would be lost. With a slight grunt of exertion he hefted his sword once more, crying out 'FOR DEMACIA!' as he leapt into battle in an attempt to take his foes down before his strength failed him.