The clamor didn't die down. It was going for quite some time, in fact. It should've died down a long time ago. But it just kept going. A lone warrior stood there, amongst the bodies of the still rushing horde. They could wound him, yes. But he just kept going. Each swing cleaving in twain a couple of warriors. They barked orders at the other combatants to keep the waves coming, that he couldn't stand before all of them. After all, he is just one man.

But that day, they would see what one man could do.