I could feel them closing in from all sides. There had to be at least a thousand of them and I was all alone and completely surrounded. I think my mind went numb, cause I sure as hell was controlling my actions during this battle. My body knew what it was doing though, it new exactly what it was doing.
As they rushed toward me I went into automatic. My hands, already sweaty with fear and anticipation, grasped the twin hilts of my two swords, enjoying the feeling as my hands slid into the grooves made by a lifetime of battle. This was what I was best at; this was what I felt at home doing. My body tensed, ready to spring forward at the first opportunity.
The first of them lunged but over shooting, soared over my head and lost its guts to a quick upward jab. Flinging its corpse into the ravening hordes around me. I plunged forward into the thick of them, diving low and sweeping their feet from under them. I soon lost count of the fallen, but they kept coming, dying like flies, but they k