Believe me, there I was...
We'd been sliced and diced so frequently and in so many ways that our battle formation was barely holding up, and the opposition just kept growing stronger. I was worn out and trembling with fear, just like everyone else, what with blades swishing by my ears and different kinds of magical strikes swooping over my head - or was it the other way around? The ground was filled with groaning casualties and silent injured people, or perhaps that was reversed too. But I'm telling you as I recall it, though I'm aware my memory can be quite the prankster.
I'll elaborate on that shortly.
But first, forgive me for kicking off in the middle, but that's more or less where it all begins.
