He lifts his sword and points to the growing mass of men whom all are out to kill him. They want his head... Just because he is willing to protect all of the good, all of his family, all of his loved ones. The rain rolling down his cut and scared cheeks. His cloths heavy from being soaked. One against one million. He takes his sword in both hands, bends his knees, and as if he had springs in his shoes, charged with great distance into the army. Sword up and ready. As soon as the many colides with the few its is obvious what the outcome will be. Swords clashig against his, people falling, people being tossed, people screaming, people crying. Oe many bring down tens... No... Thousands. He brings down one after another in what seems like a never ending charge of men and steel. Flesh and Blood. Swords to bodys. Soon the young warrior is tired and weakened. The army before him gathering it self up for another attack. The warrior stands up tall and mighty. "I will not go peacfully. I will kill as many as I possebly can. For my mother. For my Father. For my Brothers. For my Sisters. For my Friends. For my Family. For the World. But most of all.... For my love. I will not go down easy!" And once again he runs into battle.... For his last glory of holding backing back an army for what he believes is right. To protect everyone and everything thing. He was but one man, but only one person is needed to change the world forever. Proudly he fights to his very last breath. He... Is a hero.
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