There you were, standing in the middle of a battlefield and clutching your polearm for dear life. You thought it was over for you. You thought you were already done. Your comrades were laying on the ground, covered in the blood of themselves and allies. A warrior for the opposing side stood before you, sword in hand.

That is, until a dragon swept down and caused the warrior to suddenly disappear. You knew you could rest now and collapsed, only to wake up with a man with dragon horns.