There's one thing they don't tell you about being a hero. All the shit you get into. While the gods and people may see you as a saviour, the monarchy sees you as a devil, and that's what happened to me.
"Stay where you are!" Commanded a soldier, pointing a spear in my direction. They all were. There were enough spears give me more holes than termite infested wood. I laughed.
"You think you can touch me? Well, you probably can, I am not good at this." I said in jest. Baaad move. The soldiers began to advance towards me. Not only were there dozens of spear wielding soldiers, there were archers ready to fire in an instant. You know what? I'm ready to die. Fuck this, if I'm gonna die, it'll be in a blaze of glory.
"Forge of the Gods, I summon Glýptis ton Flogón!". My left hand blazed in a fiery light as the hilt erected out of it. I removed the blade from my hand and breathed,
"If I'm going to die, it won't be pathetically like execution, but I'll die fighting for my freedom!" I surged forward. I felt a massive rush of adrenaline, I had never felt so high! The thrill, it felt amazing! Arrows flew from all around. It was as if my body moved on my own, dodging them felt so natural. The closest an arrow got was when it grazed my cheek. Blood began to run down my face, but I didn't care, I pressed forward. The soldiers formed a defensive line.
"Guiding Flame!" I called, hoping for the best route of attack to be made clear to me. Head left, they're slightly weaker there, and get behind, that would give me the best offense. As I got close, I used my surroundings to my advantage. I used the miscellaneous objects strewn across the street to give me more grip, and when I got close, I jumped. I spun in the air, and slashed at the soldiers beneath. I hit. It wasn't a fatal wound, just a graze, but it distracted them long enough for me to get behind and slit their throat. I did this as it would be the most merciful and quick death they could hope for. The rest of the soldiers seemed mortified, as I was just a few moments earlier in front of them, and now, I was behind, and one of their soldiers had died. They all looked so terrified. Maybe I had a chance of winning after all. I didn't want to cause casualties unless absolutely necessary, but that was out of the equation now. I was fighting for my life, and they were fighting to take my life. The blood on my sword was glimmering in the moonlight. I was getting cocky, but who gives a fuck. I grinned menacingly.
"New plan. I shall not die here, but I can't promise the same for you." The next moment, I was standing by another soldier. *Thunk* The body hit the floor. I then realised I had to stop. I was slowly being corrupted. If I didn't stop, I would no longer be the hero, but the villain.