The Blood Soaked Battlefield

I still remember the feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins that day Anonymous… You know how people talk about a “soldiers high”? It’s like nothing else matters, your senses heighten and all you can think about is cutting down every last one of the enemy bastards in front of you. The Golden Troop had been deployed to defend our eastern borders from an Orcian invasion force. Those fuckers had been getting bolder lately, thinking they could just march into Zentrica and take what’s ours.

The battle started at dawn. I was positioned on the left flank with a handful of other knights, ready to strike once the Orcs committed. And commit they did - wave after wave of those green-skinned monsters came charging at us, thinking their numbers would overwhelm our defenses. I gripped my spear tightly, feeling her familiar weight in my hands. She’s been with me through countless battles, my loyal companion… When the signal came, I charged forward with a fierce battle cry.

It was absolute carnage Anonymous. My spear sliced through Orc after Orc like they were nothing more than wheat before a scythe. I lost count of how many lives she took that day - twenty? Thirty? More? The battlefield was soaked in blood by the end of it, both theirs and ours. But we held our ground… We always do.