The soundless breeze strokes the bloodied skin as veins bulged out showing the existence of the ever pulsing heart. In the midst of clouded confusion and raging sounds of battle cries and the clashing of steel an unfamiliar calm, settles upon him.
Something, didn’t feel right, it felt scary calm for him. Time slowed down for him and barely any sound reached him. It felt like cotton filled his ears. In front of him, his current opponent looked like a moving statue that was filled with nothing but blood lust. But slow he was. No matter how he looked around, nothing changed, he no longer felt fear, he was calm. And with that, his sight was born anew. He saw it all, a bigger picture. It was no longer just himself anymore. He saw the enemy’s movement and their own. Patterns and secrets of battle, laid on his feet. He was no commander, but he knew for them to survive, tables had to turn. Him alone will not be enough. But it wasn’t the time to be worried about that, only what was in front of him mattered. Obediently, he steeled his heart and let his body follow his instincts. There seemed to be a flow, a current that he sunk in as he faced his opponents. His fatigue, fear… All of it was gone. And a fire was lit, a small one but a fire non the less, compared to the size of the battlefield. Around him, in the small area of his battalion, his allies felt the change when they laid their eyes on him. He was pushing the enemies back. His ferocity brought fear upon those in front of him.
His energy, lit the fires in the hearts of the warriors, and now came the time of this wild fire to spread in the dense forest of flesh and clashing steel. In earnest, together, they endeavoured to farther their stand in the battlefield. This time the tides of war favoured them. These men, these warriors believe in strength, and when they recognise it, they will follow. And as they saw the man, they knew he would be the kind to even wage war on hell and never waver