When I awoke I found myself surrounded by an army of men, so large and vast it spreads out as far as I can see. I looked down at myself to see that I'm dressed in black armour, lined with steel. In my hands I see a long bladed, two handed sword, and overhead the black flag of my country. I looked ahead, to see the men of this army give a shout and charge forward. I raise my sword into the air, holding it with both hands and charge with them. Our army clashes with one composed of many hellish looking creatures, and they begin hacking and slashing their way through our ranks. Several of the creatures charge at me, and I swing my sword about, slaying them all. I looked down at my blade to see that it was coated in the black blood of the creatures. The battle rages on, and our army manages to defeat the hellish creatures, but not without being decimated. I stand alone in the desolate, body strewn battlefield, as fires burn nearby, and the enemy's black flag waves from a nearby hill. I hear a yell, that sounds like the battle cry of the hellish creatures, and see a horde of over 200 of the hellish creatures running up the hill towards me. I grip the hilt of my sword tightly in two hands and prepare for battle, but this is a battle I cannot win by myself.