"GO NOW!" I heard my Centurion order to my left. "This men, is our final charge! This fight is for our Homeland!" I looked at the vast army before us as we got our wits about us.

"LET US FIGHT ON LADS! UNTIL OUR DYING BREATH! AND EVEN THEN WE SHALL FIGHT ON! IN LIFE AND THROUGHOUT OUR DEATH, WE SHALL NOT BE FORGOTTEN! WE ARE SOLDIERS! WE ARE WARRIORS! WE! ARE! THE FOURTEENTH LEGION!

"TO VICTORY!!!" my commander shouted! I, along with every soldier in our Legion, charged forth, headed into certain death.

Forward we charged, with our blades held high, our battle cries let loose. The heat of battle encircled us like Dragon Fire. It rose up as though it were quicksand, waiting to devour us entirely. With one last glance at my Centurion, We both nodded in synchronization and pushed slightly ahead again into the fray, along with the rest of our Legion. Back, and even further back we pushed our enemy. Our Legionnaires began to chant along with me and our Centurion. And then, one single phrase was uttered as we held our positions and formed back into a column, awaiting the next wave of the enemy. "LET THEM COME!"

With that, every one of the enemy soldiers began to charge at us, as if they were able to hear us.

Suddenly, but what also seemed to be normal at this point of multiple battles, the world seemed to erupt into another skirmish. The sounds of swords clashing with shields and war-hammers smashing through breastplates became almost relaxing in a way. The sounds of our enemies hitting the ground, being slain quickly and efficiently. We advanced even further into the enemy lines.....(this is the end, for now!)