The battle is lost and I stand in the middle of a graveyard of my fallen soldiers, surrounded by the enemy army slowly closing in. I grip my iron sword although I see no way out with a cut knee. It is either fight, surrender or perish. I choose to fight.

Just as I raise my blade, an arrow pierces the skull of an enemy soldier. I turn to see who it came from.

A king/queen walks towards us from the horizon line. Bow and arrow in hand and spear strapped to their back.