@Abhainn35 Can I post my draft in one of the stories I'm making? (I'm bad at writing) Give me ur opinion after reading it :)))
Sounds of blades clashing can be heard in the distance, each one crashing against each other with unwavering ferocity. Arrows fly over the horizon, carrying the strength of those who shot them. Horses neigh, with the ones steering them riding like a horseman of death.
"FOR TENEBRIS!!!" A horseman shouts, voice filled with vigor. Seemingly acting as their commander, he points his sword at the enemy, his fellow comrades following suit. The flag bearers in the rear thrust the flag into the ground, firmly cementing its place.
Just then, a myriad of arrows fly through the battlefield, each one hitting his comrades in the head, killing them immediately. Enraged, the horseman sets out to find the one who shot them, riding past their enemies and slaying them, his sword cleaving off their heads in one swing. Soon after, he finds himself surrounded, archers preparing to fire their arrows and infantry readying their shields.
The horseman looks around, never getting off his beloved horse. With a menacing smirk, he unsheathes his second sword, this act earning him the center of attention. Wielding two blades while riding a horse is extraordinarily difficult, much less using it properly to kill those who oppose them. But this man...no, he is no ordinary. That was the judgment his enemies made of him as he rushes into battle, prepared to die.
"If I am going down...I will at least tell you my name. I am a Knight, HECTOR BASILÉ THE SECOND!!!!" Hector shouts, riding towards his death honorably.