Dave slew enemy soldiers left and right. His black sword was coated in red blood. His mare was a warhorse, unfaltering while facing a sword or the noise of battle. It kicked and bit at any escaping soldiers while Dave finished off the stragglers.
The enemy commander ordered a fresh line of soldiers to go and assist the retreating ones. When Dave noticed that his troops were far away from the protective fire of the archers on the city walls, he ordered his troops to cease pursuit and fold back.
The enemy gathered together helping their wounded soldiers then blew a horn sounding a full retreat.
Dave's soldiers shouted in victory. They had defeated the invader once again.
Dave clenched his fist, brimming with excitement, Dave shouted, "For Arotsa!"
"For Arotsa! For the King!" the units around Dave all shouted in sync. Glorifying their country and their king.
