The forest had grown dark. My hands were slippery from blood. I had switched my sword for two double bladed axes. It was easier to use their weight to finish off the remaining enemies. Besides, I could feel that the sword was on the verge of breaking. I'd underestimated the amount of stress slaying this many enemies caused my weapon. I've also underestimated my gear's longevity.
I had about twenty men to finish off. We were all in some sort of trance. Each side wanted to see the other dead. I was growing more and more tired, but the others I hadn't fought yet still had their wits about them, and full energy to swing their halberds, axes, or long swords. I was beyond tired though. I've reached my limits then went past them. I no longer thought of anything but fighting at that point. My body moved by itself, and my senses were on edge.
