I sharpen my weapon and grit my teeth as the battle nears.
My heart pounds and I hear the roar of justice on the wind.
My shield is strong and my purpose is clearly marked out.
I am hungry as I march toward my enemy with vengeance in my heart.
I revel in the hunt for bloodshed and domination, for he is mine to smite.
My commander leads me forward charging first into the fight.
Dealing the enemy a mighty blow. I pick up speed brandishing my sword.
I fall upon my adversary with fervor and might.
I pierce and cut him down showing no mercy. He gets in a fatal blow
and I fall to the ground pouring out my life’s blood.
I see my leader cut off his head and I howl victory
from my broken body, my fate fulfilled.
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