<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">D5</span><br/><br/>The young woman had him. All his experience was wasted. He also knew he would be avenged, little consolation - but no - she was  - distracted by something, distracted by..<br/><br/>The veteran infantryman had heard the cavalry roar too. But he did not flicker. And now the woman was his. He had just by move on his side and swing his scimitar. Her slender neck would offer no resistance.<br/><br/>He looked in her eyes.<br/><br/>He told her "We will never meet again."<br/><br/>And he walked forward, already forgetting her, a single pawn against a knight twice his size. For a moment he checked his position. He was in enemy territory. He was at the full center of the field. He was the axle of the battle.<br/><br/>If he could manage to take out the knight.. Glory. His eyes sparkled.<br/><br/>Glory, and an embroidered flag over his coffin. He knew. But he had the battle inside his blood, and he would not stop.<br/>