"FIGHT!" Kacper's scream was drowned out by the intense battle raging around him. His breathing was haggard in between swings as he tried to break through the line of soldiers stationed in front of the final fort. His goal, his mission. All he had to do was take down the final hurdle in front of him, and the South would be secured.
His scouts had reported thousands of defenders gathered at the fort waiting for them. So many that they made a wall of bodies around it. He knew this was the final battle, his final challenge. He threw everything at it, even if it slowed his march through the forest. It was too important. With a swing of his sword, another fell. His breathing kept getting heavier as he wondered how long he had been at it. Hours, minutes. He couldn't tell; his mind was consumed by the desire to fight and win.
"THE LEFT IS COLLAPSING!"
"WE NEED REINFORCMENTS AT THE CNTER!"
"HELP ME!"
"DIE!"
