"Sir Sargon, we are nearing the Valley. After that is the place we picked on the map to camp out. Although it is unlikely they're any enemies in the valley, we may at least expect bandits." Sargon headed the words of his fellow knight as he became more alert as they rode through the valley.

This would be his biggest battle to date. A battle that would bring him more honor and glory. As the 4th son, honor, and glory were of the greatest worth to him. With both, he could gain riches, women, connections, and start a new family with already grand prestige. He already had much prestige at the age of 20. At his rate, he may be able to secure a grand estate and raise a family by the time he is 25. this was his goal, why he killed in battles and stained his armor in blood.

The last battle he fought in, gave him enough wealth to have an armorsmith make him a new suit. So now he rides donning his new full-plate armor. As it is the 15th century, his gothic full-plate armor gives him near perfect protection as it fits to form and leaves only the smallest of gaps. Sargon has great respect for blacksmiths and their craft as their creations are a huge reason he can fight to his fullest.

As he was riding through the valley, Sargon noticed an eerie silence. Where sounds of the forest should be heard, only silence filled the air. Sargon knew they were in danger within a few seconds. "Hold! Defensive formation! Get into....!"

At that moment an enemy ambush began. The first combatants were equipped like regular bandits and outlaws. This made everyone lax as they could defeat them with little trouble. The second group of combatants wore heavy mail armor and were armed with large shields. they proceeded to charge through the formation that was too relaxed. The ones behind them wore armor of soldiers with a few obvious strong warriors. They cut into Sargon's regiment with ease initially. Composure was regained, but the fight became much more even. Sargon's horse being mortally wounded, he had to jump off or be crushed.

"Fuck.., these annoying arses" was muttered from Sargon as he quickly regained his footing and took a fighting stance with his arming sword in hand. The only weapon he could grab before having to jump off. A few soldiers charged him and were swiftly cut down with astounding sword skill. Three shield-bearers came to shove against Sargon and push him back. Two warriors behind them trying to strike him from behind the tower shields. He blocked every strike he couldn't tank with his armor and had to continue backpedaling. "Hmph! Think you can suppress me, arrogance!" Sargon gives the middle tower shield a strong front kick and breaks the small wall. He begins to slay the shield-bearers when a giant armored man rams into him. He is knocked back and starts rolling down a side of a hill. He realizes he starts falling when he reaches the bottom instead of stopping. " Aw FUCK! Aaaahhhh....". Sargon was no more on Earth once he fell.