Raidon's heart beat faster and faster as he rode forward to meet his death.
The adrenaline pumping through his veins gave him strength.
The hope that his wife and children would be safe once these foul creatures were taken care of gave him strength.
And lastly, the brave warriors behind him riding into battle alongside him gave him strength.
As the horde of zombies in front of him turned into a tsunami of death and rot, Raidon tightened his grip on the sword. The weight of steel in his hand was nothing compared to the weight in his heart.
He drew in one last breath and spoke his final words to the men behind him:
"This is our final stand! Not for glory! Not for riches! But for our loved ones! For Ravenfell! Be not afraid, my men! Be not afraid! I will ride with you! And when this is all over… we shall reunite in the afterlife!!"
The Magi of the Black Legion roared even as tears trickled down their faces and fear gripped their hearts.
"OOH-AHH!"
"OOH-AHH!"
"OOH-AHH!"
