Descriptive Essay: My Hero's Fight

The commander passed by me riding to the center of our line, the enemy was at the bottom of the hill from us battling our forces that attacked them from the rear. Our forces are outnumbered but they were only a distraction for us the cavalry.

The commander rides to the center of the line and turns towards us and yells "Men today we send these invading fools to hell, take no prisoners, kill all of them, they shall pay for the damage they have done to our people and land!". At that he turns back towards the battle and raises his spear over his head "CHARGE!" He yells. Everyone rushes forward thundering towards the enemy they turn towards us terrified knowing there end has come. Our forces cut them down while we approach.

But to me from the time we rushed forward it was like time slowed down as if it was a dream I did not hear the yells of the men around me I did not hear the thunder of the horses hooves on the ground, alls I was
Men scream in agony, bones crunch, horses fall.

My lance shatters upon the first impact sending splinters of wood everywhere. The man who took the blow dies almost instantly. I draw my sword and continue through the battle killing the enemies around me. I take an arrow to the side but it is deflected by my armor. I continue weaving in and out striking any enemy I see. I take very few hits and most are deflected by my armor but a few leave some cuts that will add to my scars from a life of battle.

The enemy has no order. there line was broken because of the attack of our foot soldiers earlier they had not time to regroup. The battle goes well for us but the enemy suffers many losses before they route.

The commander shouts "VICTORY! We have victory!" I sheath my sword and join the shouts of victory happy to be alive. The day is won there are many dead on the field many wounded and the last of the enemy retreat. I have survived where so many have