He felt like a god, and he was alone. His squad was dead already, leaving only him to strike at the Persians around him, and he was doing that with a vigor that would of left many dumbstruck.

'' A one and a two and a three and a one and a two ''
He kept his pace up, moving from battlestance to battlestance, swinging his spear around at a timely pace, slitting Persian throats and tendons.

'' I could get used to this ''