[ WP ] The heroes are battling the villain so the main character gives the most impassioned motivating speech that he can , this has the effect of motivating , energizing , inspiring and renewing hope in the villain .

Lancel stood atop a mound, looking down on his troops; their morale as battered and worn as their weapons and armour. They had fought off the enemy once more but knew the battle was far from over. Well, at least that's what they thought. 
 
 Little did they know, Artuvious, the leader of the Black Army was lying wounded behind a shrubbery, attempting to blend in with the dead. 
 
 `` I'm fucking knackered, Lancel.'' said one of the troops. 
 
 `` What do you mean you're fucking knackered? The battle has just begun.'' 
 
 `` I mean I'm fucking knackered. I'm done in. I'm absolutely gone. It's curtains for me and my motivation.'' 
 
 `` I agree with Lenny, I'm finished as well. Ca n't be arsed with all of this if I'm honest.'' Said the soldier next to Lenny who had began to lie down. 
 
 `` Can I also be honest and also say I ca n't be fucked? Because I really ca n't be fucked with this.'' Said another soldier to the right of Lancel. 
 
 Lancel paced forward to highest spot upon the mound. `` Lads, what the fuck? We came out here to give it to the Black Army and rout them from these lands. One battle in and we're going to pack up and leave?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, just swerve it.'' 
 
 `` I'm in to proper swerving it, like.'' 
 
 `` Just go home, put our feet up and let this sort itself out.'' 
 
 Lancel began to shout. `` No! We're not doing any of that. This campaign is n't getting swerved!'' 
 
 `` Lancel, listen to this, right. I just nearly had my head chopped off. Proper chopped off, though. Ducked just in time to see the blade fly over me. I can not be arsed with having my head chopped off.'' said Rick who was looking around the group for support. 
 
 Murmurs of agreement rippled around him. 
 
 `` Ca n't be arsed having my head chopped off, like.'' 
 
 `` Nobody can be arsed having their head chopped off. I never once said anyone fancied that to happen to them. But what I did say is do you fancy going to slaughter some Black Army and you lot cheered, took up your sword and rode out with me!'' 
 
 `` To be fair, though. A lot of us take up our swords very easily.'' 
 
 `` I'd say 98 % of us take up our swords far too easily. It's a problem if anything.'' 
 
 `` The other day one of the boys in the Tavern shouted there was a rat by the tankard and Clive over there went to ready the trebuchets.'' 
 
 Clive agreed. `` It's true and I have only just now began to believe it was an overreaction.'' 
 
 In the background, Artuvious had crawled towards one of the horses tied up by the camp. He climbed atop, dug his heels in and screamed `` Yaah!!! ``, riding off towards the Black Army base. 
 
 He was back at camp within 40 minutes and demanded an audience with his troops. 
 
 `` Look at my scars. Look at them! Born of my last battle, these are the remnants that now drive me towards revenge. While wounded on the field, I was able to hear the cowardly words of those to appose us. They want to go home, forget the fight and'proper swerve' any further battles. They are there for the taking. To this what do you say?'' 
 
 One of Artuvious's generals stepped forward. `` Would n't mind swerving it, like, if I'm honest.''
