I stand my ground, holding my sword tightly as the horde charges towards me. A beast in their horde rushes at me holding an axe in its hands. It swings the axe towards me, and I quickly bring my sword up into it's gut, spilling it's black blood over my gloved hands. I spit on the body and look at the rest of the horde. "Who's next?" I yell, and a large beast steps forward, holding a clumsily made Orc blade in it's hands. It swings the blade down at me. I roll to the side and the blade becomes embedded in the ground. The beast becomes angry as it tries to pull the sword from the earth, and I use the moment to take off it's head. Ten more of the beasts rush towards me, and I manage to take one out before one slams into me and I am sent flying to the ground. I lose my sword, and I scramble for where I dropped it as the nine other beasts run towards me. I bring my sword up into another one's gut and it falls upon me. I throw it off, and another one stands over me, bringing it's axe down towards my head. I quickly roll off to the side and swipe my sword along it's side, spilling it's guts onto the field. As the entire horde closes in around me, I hear a battle horn sound on the hill behind me, and I turn around to see a whole legion of horsemen, bearing the same armour as me, all holding swords like mine. They charge down into the horde, killing all of the hellish creatures. One of them, wearing a billowing red cape jumps off his horse and walks over to me. "Are you alright general?" he asks, obviously concerned about my well being. "Yes. I am fine. I'm glad you arrived when you did." I reply, and the man hands me a great black cape. "This is yours." he says. I take the cape and attach it to my shoulders, and the wind causes it to billow behind me. The soldiers on horseback raise their swords into the air and begin chanting my name. I raise my sword into the air, and with a shout of victory, we move off the field and away from the battle. For now.