The sweat poured off of my body. My lungs hurt so bad that I could barely inhale, but if I stopped right this moment, I knew I would die. I lifted up the heavy longsword again, and with a yell, I swung it at an oncoming Roman soldier. He caught it on his sheild, but I heard the crack of his bone, and a grunt.
Then came the sound that was like hearing an assasin cutting your throat. All of my comrades heard it too. Roman cavalry was thundering across the plains a short distance away. Our own cavalry was completely scattered, and our spearmen were for the most part out of formation.
The Roman I had previously maimed thrust his gladius at me, which I awkwardly sidestepped. “Just one more swing, and thats it, you can stop”, I had to keep telling myself.
His head rolled across the bloody grass, and I dropped the sword. My arms felt like lead.
“Don’t stop fighting!” a familiar voice screamed from somewhere behind me. “Everything you’ve got!”
But it was all I had. I could’nt feel my body.