"Strike them down with all your might!" he shouted at his charges as he cleaved another of the monstrosities apart "Righteousness will not be barred by evil today!"<br/><br/>The lines were barely holding, fresh recruits without any real prior battle experience they were, a fact he was not capable of realizing in its entirety. Still, with his towering presence, they did not break, emboldened by his never-ending chant for goodness and justice that had to defeat all that was evil, truly evil like the monstrosities and their minions that rained down upon them.<br/><br/>There was a man barely of eighteen summers  torn in half by the bulging arms of a fiend, there another, his head half-swallowed by a barely-humanoid shaped mass of ever-changing maws.<br/><br/>This he understood, the death the beasts caused, the death his charges caused. He also understood the need for a decisive strike, something that would take creature's lust for battle, for their numbers would, in the end, overwhelm them.<br/>Striking down another monstrosity, its flesh sizzling where his white-glowing blade was struck through its skin, he scanned the hordes for the master that aimed their need for mindless slaughter.<br/><br/>There!<br/>Something that was close to what could have been called a man, clad in blemished white and black, shouting and gesturing, its words lost over the chaos of the battle.<br/><br/>"Hold fast, brothers! I shall bring down the arch-fiend!" He shouted at the men nearest to him, some of whom stared back at him with a mix of unbelief, horror and hope, as he charged through the enemy lines, his gargantuan figure barreling through anything that tried to intercept.<br/><br/>He did not look back, did not care to in his single-minded pursuit of what he thought would win them the battle.