You were a former villain, hated by everyone for your killings and tortures, yet for reasons no one ever understood you decided to help your enemies in battle. You stood alone against an army, sworn not to let them pass you until the army and support team arrived.... However, you knew it damn well thay they were going to be late... Not like they care.

After the brutal fight, you were surrounded by corpses and blood, your body was painful and wounded while warm blood slowly dripped from your wounds. About ten men stood with their weapons, their commander watching from his horse

"Finish this."