[ WP ] Describe a single strike by the greatest warrior in all the land .

He lifted his arms again. He had swung so many times, even his bones became weary of it; but he did not stagger. He would always continue. 
 
 It's been a long time since he had stopped counting his swings every day. It mattered not how often, it matterd that he was consistent. 
 
 He pushed all of his energy, all of his passion, his of his feelings in every swing, and not one was weaker that that before. 
 
 With every swing, he would help his people, he would bring a tiny bit of prosperity to his people, and he would weaken their most terrible enemy. 
 
 And he swung, and hit where he wanted to hit, as he always did. It was the last swing of his tool for today, he would continue tomorrow. 
 
 Soon, the field would be ready for sowing, not long after that there would be harvest, and maybe they could make it through the next winter without surrendering any of theirs to their greatest enemy.
