He was only just awakening from what seemed like a deep sleep, and there was already a crisis arising. The hooded warrior could not bear to watch as the maiden was assaulted by the cuboid villain. If only there were some way for him to aid her in her struggle.

Wait, what was that strange weight at his side? Something strange was hanging from his waist. As he brushed his hand over it, memories came flooding in to him. An overwhelming feeling of strength washed over the him. It was clear that he had known this weapon intimately for years. It wasn't just any old blade, was his saber from his unknown past.

His hand wrapped around the saber's hilt as if it were an old friend. With practiced dexterity, the blade slid from its sheath and aimed straight at the heart of the monster. There wasn't a moment to lose if we was to rescue her. With the fire in his heart burning strong, he rushed at his opponent. By god, his sword was going to slash through the creature's heart if it was the last thing he ever did!