"incoming" shouts a solider as the hurling ball of fire comes down forth from the the dark , plague ridden sky .the ball of hell incarnate hits the wall .soldiers scream as they fall to there death .the screams muffled by the cries of war in the field of blood and death .In that field I see my father Arthur the king slaying the opposing side .taking on 5 men ,if you could even call them that ,with his sword exalibur . I blink ,those beasts suddenly lying lifeless on floor, some with limbs missing.
As soon I look away I hear my comrade shouting "TROLL incoming " .I look over the wall and see a creature with skin of stone and blank green eyes .He used his bony hands to cause a tremor shaking more soldiers of the wall ,I held my stance
. I managed to stay in place and shaked it of .the troll glared at my fellow soldiers with intent to kill .I unshethed my sword and rush of adrenaline came over me and I dashed across the wall hoping my sword was going to pierce his skin .I flexed my muscles and with all my strength i slashed and bashed with the hilt of the sword .I was about to give up but decided to put the last of my energy to give one last blow .