You're the general of an opposing kingdom, sent to put an end to the Band of the Falcon so your king could claim new lands.

After an intense fight against the enemy your knights were clearly losing, you see as the cowards run away from the fight while you press forward with your horse. Most of the knights on the opposition follow your fleeting men, guided by a leader and an apparent commander.

You find yourself against a single man — The fight is heated but you fight for your kingdom with fire, fierceness, never-stopping even after being heavily injured. You don't accept defeat, getting back up to your feet again and again, advancing against the clearly stronger opponent.

After hours of blood and sweat spilled, you're exhausted and your legs give up on you, making you fall to the floor.

“...You fight well.” You hear the strangers voice echoing, cold and hoarse, though, you can notice the slightest hint of respect. “I'm Guts. What's your name?”