To Arms! 3D

You pick up the sword—the gleaming majestic sword that your grandfather left for you to one day use in battle. You remember the day he died, how he told you that if any opposing force came to the village and tried to eliminate you all, that you would be the one to use his sword.
You move forward to the front of the line. You look ahead with a determined face. You will defeat these people. You will win this battle.
"We may be outnumbered, but we are stronger!" you shout to your comrades.
"Aye! Aye!" they shout back.
"Always look forward, never back!" you shout, ready to move forward.
"Aye! Aye!"
"Charge!" you shout ferociously.
Everyone lets out their own individual battle cries. You defeat maybe fifteen opposing soldiers before you are shot in the chest by an enemy arrow. As you lay dying, you lose hope for your village. There is no one to lead them anymore, and you know that without any leadership, they will fall. You die without any hope.

THE END

-mkb