The Sword Saint After a War

He dashes thru a group of enemy warriors. Using his sword he cuts straight thru people. On his way to help his comrades.

He hears screaming, He doesn't know who's screaming but he know it isn't good.

He runs into the forrest where some of his friends gathered. "Look There's our Ling!" One of the friendly knights says. "Shut up! They might hear us." Another knight says. I went into the group of friendly's. "Ling, over here!" The Captain of the knights says. "What happened? Where is everybody?" I asked him. "Dead." Captain says. "We have orders to retread. Can you cover us?" "Why would I?" I said to him. "It's an order!" He yells at me. "Fine! Go Now, and good luck!" I said to him griping my sword harder. "Thank you! Soldier you will be remembered!" He says fully trusting me. "I hope so!" I replied to him. He and his men flee.

I walk up a nearby hill, Finally at the top I look around. At first I didn't see anybody, but then suddenly enemies where closing in on me. They came charging at me. I was abbel to kill a few, and then *Swoosh* A arrow hit me right in my chest. I fell unconscious.