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    Screams of pain and anger rose up and assaulted Lyden’s ears as he fought.  Every moment he remained on the front line his life was in danger.  With a quick swipe of his sword, Lyden blocked an attempt to cut him in half, and then executed a few moves of his own.  In moments, he had disposed of the charging enemy. 

    He raised his eyes for a few moments, then tugged lightly on his horse’s reins and whirled back up behind the line of battle.  They flew up a hill made up of sand, rock, and scrub brush, then came to a stop in front of another rider.  “Captain!” he called, while pulling his foaming steed to a stop.  “How do things look?”

    Donear’s eyes clouded with worry.  “Bad.  They have far more troops than we have.   I’m afraid that we won’t be able to hold them off much longer!”

    Lyden turned in the saddle and looked out over the desert sands to where the battle raged.  As his heart denied what he saw, his mind was forced to accept it.   For at least a mile, the ground was covered with marching Aramens.  He quickly estimated that they had at least fifty thousand troops who had not even lifted a sword yet, compared to his measly three thousand which were already fighting.

      “Thank you, Captain,” he muttered, his voice rimmed with frustration.  He loped his horse down the hill, through his troops, and to the front battle line.  Just as he arrived, a company of men broke and ran, their faces a mask of fear.  He blocked their path.  “Onward troops!” he yelled twirling his sword high in the air.  “Onward, to victory!”  With that he let loose a battle cry and charged the enemy.

    Just in case you were wondering, there is more to the story, even though I don't whether I will post more on here or not.  Also, I don't have a title for this story; that is why I posted it as having no title.