Pacing along the line of soldiers eagerly awaiting the signal to advance was growing more intense with every passing second, the commander glaring across the mass field to the larger army ahead. There were only the sounds of clinking metal from shuffling feet, deep breathing and snorts from horses and my feet. It felt like an eternity had passed when suddenly a roar escaped his lips, the sound of unsheathing a newly made sword piercing the air and seconds passed before it had registered. Suddenly there was screaming and ripping of flesh, all I could see was the flashing of two armours and the blood splashing onto the grass. There I was, a once lowly maid, in the middle of a massacre wielding a blade. And I had an opportunity...so I took it, I ran and jumped over corpses until I could see the familiar black armour and the one spot I knew for a fact wasn't protected, I lifted my dagger and slammed down until the squirt of blood splashed on my cheek. Watched the eyes behind the black helmet stare into my own, the face contorting in realisation as he fell to his knees. My commander in gold armour watching between us as he fell lifelessly to the ground, I smirked. "I told him that bare neck would end him." 

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