Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

I hear voices as the crowd runs away.

"The gods have brought a champion to purge us!"
"Run! The gods have forsaken us!"
"Forgive us gods above! We repent."

The people behind me run away as well. Alfreed frees them by taking the sword that Nerian snatched from the guard earlier and cutting the ropes, freeing the prisoners.

I hear Alfreed's voice behind me. "Save Vasantria O chosen champion of the gods." And leaves the sword on the ground.

Soon I am left by my self surrounded by soldiers everywhere. I know what must come next. I pick up the sword with my right hand as my left hand still emits a blue smoke from my earlier attack. No time to dwell on that for as I pick up my sword the guards rush me with sheer numbers, their weapons drawn.

2 soldiers run forward carrying a shield and the other one carry's a great sword with two hands.

I plant my feet firmly on the ground and launch myself forward and breakneck speed, I speed forward punching a hole through the soldiers's round metal shield. The man is knocked back slamming into a wall, crushing his body from the impact.

2 more... They change their plans suddenly. The archers bring out their swords and rush me. I count 50 of them.

I finish off the soldiers still near me. The swords man tries to slash diagonally but fails as I recline my body backwards. I force him to fall down using my right leg and I impale him with my sword.

Lastly. I take the round metal shield still attached to my arm and throw it with my left arm sideways like a discuss. I goes flying so fast that it behead the soldier in an instant. The body falls lifeless on the ground.

All around me is a bloody mess. But the fights hardly over. I've got more company. I burn them with another ball of blue flame and mojority of them goes down.

I hear them hesitate. "Just what is that?"
"Is it truly a champion of the gods that's come to punish us?"
"That's not a kid, that's a monster. Taking down a squadron of soldiers