Sweat and blood was pouring down his face as he stared at the, for lack of a better term, army charging toward him. How did it all come to this? He could not help but look down at his armor and the sword in his hand and think to himself about how this all started with just wanting to ask the girl of his dreams out and stealing a jewel instead, and it made him grin. He never imagined his life would take him here, to a fight to save the world. A fight that no one will ever know that he of all people accepted.

Closing his one good eye, and taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for what was about to happen next. As he opened his eye, he let out the loudest roar he could muster, and started running towards the army. He only had to distract these what used to be people but are now nothing but minions. Once they got into place he could go after her. As he reached the first group, he jumped toward them and twisted in the air while doing so, phasing through them as if they were not even there. As soon as he got on the other side, he performed a mighty slash cutting multiple of them into two.

It felt like hours of fighting, and he was barely making a dent in these things, but that was not his goal. His goal was to distract an army while his friend got into place. Dodging, parrying, and striking he just had to keep going, but constantly being surrounded by things that wanted to rip him apart was starting to take its toll, not much longer now. His friend just needed to get to his car, so he could get into the trunk. Once they got there, he could stop focusing on this army. Then he could focus on his true goal.

Suddenly, he heard a loud BOOM! He turned to look, and there was his friend with a grenade launcher walking his way. Suddenly stuck in the back by what felt like four razorblades. He placed his hand on his back and brought it to his face. His hand was covered in blood. He turned around to face the one that got him and flung his own blood into the eyes of the creature that had struck him, and quickly dispatched it. He still had to cut a path for himself, but now he could go to phase two of the plan, get to the tower. Hopping from shadow to shadow and attacking as he landed, he figured he could still thin out the masses a little while he made his way. He could tell his powers were starting to weaken, but he had to keep going. He finally made it to the other side.

He turned and started running to the tower. Soon he was standing at the base of the tower looking up, and he could feel just how daunting his goal truly was. He had to get past the rest of the defenses and get to the top of the tower. He had to get to... Her. He had to stop them before they achieved their goal. His face hurt, his back hurt, but he had to keep going. He was no hero, but someone had to step up. He grinned again as he stepped into the tower.