A fallen warrior laid among hundreds of troops that had already departed from this world. He was badly wounded himself and he could feel the touch of death as it moved it's cold hands across his body.
"I can't die. Not this day." He said to himself as he rose to his feet.
A few enemy soldiers were doing a sweep through the battle field. They kicked on dead bodies as they passed making sure their was none left living. They paused as they caught sight of him.
"Looks like we got a live one." The biggest of the three states to his commrades.
The three enemy troops stare at the guy and he starred right back. The sun glistened of metallic weapons and armor as a slight stench caught their nostrils as the wind carried it. Some bodies were already starting to rot.
How many days had it been now? Two? Three? He had lost track of time. War had a way of holding you and making all time meaningless. In war all you new was that you existed here and now. Because there was no guarantee that you'd have tomorrow.
As the guy starred at the three men he couldn't help being angry. He had many reasons for his anger. These men had killed many of his friends, they were with a group of men who called themselves a clan but were more just like a gang who raped, pillaged, and stole from surrounding tribes. He could be angry for all these reasons but that was not why he was angry right now. His anger now stemmed from the fact that he could easily beat these chumps if not for his current state of weakness. The prolonged battle had taken its toll on him, and as it stood he seemed to be the only one left to stand up against them.
What can I do, he thought to himself. It was all he could do just a muster the strength to stand. The guys begin to approach, evil malicious grins plastered on their faces.
"Time to join your friends." One says as he laughs, still approaching.
So this is it, he thought to himself. We failed to protect our people. They will...all...
He stops as he can see a stab of pain flash across the face of one of the guys, the biggest one. He falls down, a sword sticking from his back. The two other guys glance behind them. No one could be seen. The two frantically scan the horizon. Still no one is in sight.
"Come out you bast-!" One of them yell out but are quickly silenced as a blade flys at him, piercing him in the throat.
A gurgling sound came from him as he fell, life pouring out of him. The other guy shakes in fear. He throws down his gun immediately turning and running away from the direction in which the sword came! He sprint right by the guy he had once threatened only moments before. Shortly behind him also came a sword. It flew by paying no heed to the wounded man. The guy trying to get away hit the ground as the sword made contact. He lied motionless on the ground.
The wounded guy let out a breath of air. It seemed he was holding it the whole time as he felt breathless without it immediately drawing in several more as he tried to gather strength to move. He grunted in pain, the pain weakened his legs and they crumbled beneath him causing him to fall into the mud. He desperately shifted in the mud trying to move himself along, afraid he would be next.
He slipped as he tried to gain his footing. Weak and now covered in a red mud he stopped struggling. He braced himself for the pain. He waited and the pain never came.
"Hogg..." a voice said from behind him.
This voice was calming. His body, once clenched and ready for something bad immediately relaxed.
He looked back behind him.
A beautiful women stood the with what appeared to be wings coming from her back. Several swords glowed and spun around her. She looked at Hogg with kind eyes.
