The Data Fields
Present Day
"Artillery incoming!"
"Move! Move!"
"Watch those archers!"
"Medic!"
A man in red and white armor stood watching the battle, his sword stabbed into the ground, and his helmet under his arm.
He watched as the field and men below burned. His troops all but beaten as the opposing army brought the brunt of the attack on them.
His gazed turned towards the sky, and his eyes darkened as he saw the approaching forces flying towards them.
"Demon riders!"
"Where's our reinforcements?!"
"Get those anti-aircraft turrets in place!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The man quickly placed his helmet on his head, and drew his sword from the ground, leaping into the air, as red wings sprout from his back.
In a blur of red and white, the knight cut down the many demonic creatures and their riders.
As he impaled one of them, it started to spasm in its death throes, its claws clipping his wing as it did so, knocking him away and his sword from his grip.
As the man fell, one thought crossed his mind.
"How did it come to this?"