My arms fall slack to my side, my sword point-down in the mud. The handle rests limp in my worn, trembling hand. I heave for dirty air. There's hair and sweat in my eyes and itching my nose, but I have not even strength to reach up to clear it. The muscles in my shoulders are numb and rubbery. My enemy stares at me, edging closer, taking their time. The look in their rabid eyes says it all – they will not let me die quickly. They're going to have fun.
The first comes with a shoulder to my chest. I stumble back a few steps. He's big, but even in my weariness I am bigger. He returns for another charge and, this time, drives spiked knuckles into my stomach. I deliver a kick to his groin and he throws his head up into my chin. My head rattles, my sight abandons me for a flash. Another shoves me from behind and I fall on a solid kick to the face. Blood comes and I choke on it. My enemies laugh, wait a moment and then pile on with all they have.
But a moment is all God needs.
The one with spiked knuckles will be the first to die. My blade will drive into his ribcage and through his heart, and I'll slide it out as smoothly as it went in. He'll hit the ground lifeless, followed suit by a half-dozen of his comrades. Some will receive similar strokes, others will lose their heads. I won't have time amidst the flood to study my hand, but it will feel cold as flint, tingling, pulsating. My grip will be set, fingers locked around the handle of my blade, fused as one piece. Lightening running through my rubber shoulders, a surge of energy like nothing worldly. My arms will swing and stab with speed not my own, and my senses will keep track of every movement. The clouds will flee and the sun will roll across the canvas skies, and wicked men will die. A thousand shall fall at my side and ten thousand at my right hand. And as the landscape is painted red, I will catch sight of my King doing his part across the yard. His youthful smile shining pride and his laughter ringing out praises to Almighty God for another victory against all odds.
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