Duesr

Silently I Rage, My Heart fills with Anger, I am Destroyer, Usurper, Conqueror. I am Hate, Pain, Conflict. My Tomb speaks to me. I take sword in hand. Victory shall be mine.

I never realized how much I would be haunted by those words. Seven years ago I decided that the world could only be better through my will. Now I stand on a hilltop overlooking my last enemy. They are Orc, Goblin, and Troll. I have seen these foes before. They are nothing to me but the next notch upon my belt. They nash their cruel teeth and beat their chests with crude clubs. I would pity them, but they are only my fodder. I pull my sword from the sheath and raise it into the air. My men scream at the top of their lungs, I know that they are ready for this charge.

I look to my left and give the nod for the battle cry. The horns scream a low bellow and the drums begin to pound. I sprint downhill towards my enemy. The Orc standing attempts to maneuver out of the way but I cut him off quickly. My blade has tasted its first blood. There are several more after that. One by one they come to me and one by one they fall. Their eyes grow blank as I extinguish their life until I see it. The troll. Menacing, it stands head and shoulders above my best men. They do their best to kill it but with each strike the monster regenerates. He kills one of my best knights with a crushing blow. The troll notices me. I wink at it. Enraged he lunges at me. I split open his gut and see the monster’s meal fall on the ground. It attacks with more ferocity and tosses its’ spear at me. I laugh at the pathetic attempt. The beast loses it arm for its mistake. I remove its head from its shoulders and then crush the skull beneath my boot. Their leader is not happy with me taking one of his champions. He signals for one of his  to take me down. I take minimal damage from a bolt of magical energy. This only helps though. I remove my parrying knife and toss it directly at the mages neck. wizard is very little good when he cannot speak. The Orc commander stands there looking over his hordes of monsters. I smile at the battlefield scene. The Orc turns and begins to flee. I slowly walk towards him, pulling my bow, I take note of the direction of the wind and then loose the arrow into the back of its head. My men and I look over the battlefield. Victorious.