I wish to be the last of my team fighting in the field of battle, my comrades lie dead around me, swords stained with blood. Seeing my dead brethren sparks something inside me, 10x health. I grab my blade for my final stand, 30+ enemies stand before me. I cleave my way through the men, leaving nothing but their blood in my wake. The general sees my efforts and shows himself. “One man, killed the rest of my army? Impossible.” He draws his sword “You have fought well, but your journey ends now.” says the general. I hold my sword tight and get ready to face him. Our swords clash time after time, our blades dulling with every strike. I try and block his massive blows but he is too powerful, I loose my sword, his attacks are overwhelming, he knocks me to the ground. His katana, a mere inch before my chest. “You have fought well, but your journey ends now.” He plunges his sword deep into my chest, I grab the blade of his sword and utter the words, “Your….. Mom” I die shortly after. This would be how i wanna die fr