A war Tale

A war Tale(Greg) Greg Kahanec

To become a legendary warrior, you must stand. The myth that he when a man reaches a point in his life before becoming unbeat-able was a myth. the Manning his sword, he stood back up. Blood descending off the curvature of what used to be his arm. The other steady on a blade. Before him stood the army of men who all wanted to halt his purpose. Behind him stood the men agreeing with his purpose. The idea of men putting each other to death simply for an idea. It’s childish,thoughts which never came to earlier. Death was injecting it’s fear by spine. He stood steady though. Ready for the assault again. Ready for the savage fiends to attack to rip apart their victims. Ready for the men to stab and plunge their weapons into possible brethren or friends but, that was never to be seen by this battle. He closed his eyes hoping to never see this battle again. Wishing a quick and swift death. The second battle brought defeat to both sides. The chimed cries for victory were chimed out by this awful tune. The tune of men dying. The tune of death scurrying about claiming man after man. The opposing side advanced. Lances out, spears pointed, thought he never had before took to his mind to find shelter. The spears advanced further. His arm, raining blood on the ground, he knew his death advanced further also. Memories flashed through his mind, seeming to corrode away as he started to realize it was all a waste. The spears were now only moments away. The thought of this, speared through his thoughts. No conclusion came to mind. His grandchild now having no father due to battle, possibly having no grandfather. His wife having no husband, his sons wife’s widowed, rage boiled in his blood. The spear a step away. His eyes opened, grabbing the spear thrusting it to ground taking the man by his momentum.
“DEATH TO THE NON-BELIEVERS”
This battle was only going to be worse. Cutting down whatever came to him. The next man with a sword above his head swinging down, sidestepping his crude attack and impaling him with his own sword, parrying an attack from an ex-onlooker while mid deep in his first victim, attempting to grab the sword with his non-existant arm seemed to be futile as he remembered why he was in so much pain. The man recovered from the parry in time to bet cut down and be the the second victim of this Knight. Losing his arm only made this battle more bearable forcing him to think in battle and not just fight. Forcing him to survive. This knight, this man, this monster who couldn’t swim was thrown in water. But he managed. The third victim running his spear into the knights knee but getting cut down in relation, the fourth victim using the third as leverage stabbed the knight in his back. Through to his chest the sword appeared, the steel blade appearing before his armored chest made him realize he could finally relax no matter battle, no more worries.
Descending to the ground he saw a mongrel of the enemies pounce at him. With what little reaction he could he rolled over just enough to avoid the mongrel but for the blade tip to make contact with the ground and forced out of his back. Pain so intense he couldn’t move, cry or even close his eyes. Face in the dirt he could feel the mongrels’ angry snarl as it pounced again. His now stabbed knee felt it. Barely able to move he could still breathe. He would die a slow painful bloody death. In the attempt to become legendary he lost his humanity. He attempted to leave behind his humanity but this attempt failed. The light dangled in his vision he knew what was happening. His son appeared in his mind. I lost you, leaving them like that, i won’t let them have no male role model, nor will i let them know i died a pointless death…
His eyes beamed open.The light disappeared and red took it’s place. He may have been close but at this point they were closer to death than he was. The second he gained his confidence any enemy in his way was now that much closer to death. He stood back up swaying on his rise. An angry look on his face, death no longer awaited him, now it was behind him.