I was running through the forest my pursuers close behind me, when I burst through a clearing. I saw more enemies coming in from all the other sides. I had only moments to escape. I searched around me for any exit, but to no avail. I readied myself for a fight. I pulled out by faithful swords deftly twisting them through my fingers. They rushed on me and I howled a battle cry. I killed everything in sights on my left, on my right, in front of me, and behind me. Bloody soaking through my clothes the body count rising. Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg, then my arm. I fell to my knees as I was stabbed in the side. Fighting to my last breath, blood gushing from seemingly every part of my body, I killed my last foe and stood with my head held high. I was too weak to stay standing and I fell on the top of my slain offenders, victorious and dead.