Facing the relentless attacks of the legionaries, Lord Ponticus's circle grew smaller and smaller with every passing second, until finally,
*Slash*
A lucky sword slash managed to at last penetrate the circle and grievously wound the leg of the horse Lord Ponticus was on, causing it to buckle and fall down, taking its rider with it.
'Ahhh! I should have surrendered' And as Lord Ponticus fell from his horse, time seemed to slow for him, as he could feel his life flash before him.
It was as if the veteran military leader could hear death knocking on his door.
And it was right on the cusp of the journey to the other side that the man came to the conclusion that perhaps life was more important than pride.
But that enlightenment came too late.
And besides, even if he had cried out surrender, it was unknown whether it might have actually worked.
