[ WP ] `` All is lost ! The enemy is through the gate ! ''

My blood is stained red against the onslaught of orcs. With a complexion of green splashed with dark red, and snarls that inspire fear they are truly His worst creation. My blade slides in and out of bodies, left and right. I swing in an arc, heads fall and blood spurts. The enemies keep coming. 
 
 I look around me, my brethren are falling. The last of the Humans making their stand. I turn and see our King thrust his shield into a chieftain's club, twirling and slicing his weak spots. He ducks under another blow and cuts upwards. His sword strikes the air, the chieftain side-steps his swing and brings his mighty club down onto our Majesty's face. He crumples. Bone fragments splintering from his face. His eyes pop. The chieftain grins. 
 
 They continually push us back. We fall against our last remaining gate protecting the aristocratic women and children. A monster among orcs brandishes his wicked blade, it must be 3 meters in length. Flesh still coats it's edge. One eye is missing but he stands two heads taller than the rest of the orcs. He cries out and charges forward. Stumbling into our remaining soldiers, killing 4 or 5 with each stroke. There's only 100 of us. Now 90. 70. 40. 10. 2. 
 
 I dash in between this beast's legs and stab up directly into his groin, he tumbles forward into the gate. It cracks underneath his weight. The enemy falters for a second. And then, they storm me and my last man. I want to run, I want to run and hide, but my last man stands strong and so shall I. I kill more than I can count, the two of us, a torrent of destruction that leaves no life behind. The orcs keep attacking, first one blow lands. Then another. I see the life flee from my last man as an orcish sword with a keen edge cuts my legs out from under me. Death beckons me into his grasp. I hear the Queen scream `` All is lost! The enemy is through the gate!'' 
 
 I have failed my people.
