I had once heard a tale, of a brave man who fought like a beast against bandits to save his family while they were ambushed.
He was a renowned man of honour and glory, rich and capable of affording the best security. But in the moment of need, his guards fled at the sight of impending threat, more than they could handle.
With an army that rivaled the battalion of a Viscount's knight order, the bandits charged at him, hoping to cart away with all the man's wealth and possessions.
It was at that moment, that a man who had never been opportuned to pick up a blade, lost control of his own emotions, his animalistic instincts taking over as he brought down an army of twenty men to their death, at the expense of his own life.
"What a thoughtless decision that was"
