Slowly I raise my sword, take a deep breath and charge into battle.
Creeping up they lie in wait, trying to taste human flesh. Striving on and killing, I'm fighting this battle..but am I winning?
Dragging me down, I've fallen for the last time. The blood spills all around, he looks down on me and raising his spear I can hear him cry.
He goes to plunge, then the stranger comes.
He throws his body on top of me.
The spear whistles through the air,
I can hear it tear flesh.
The stranger goes limp,but the demon disappears I see the tears running down his face..and suddenly I realize..he meant to take my place.