616. Charge into some heavily armed orcs, dodge a scimitar swing, kill the captain, chop down another three as they retreat, slice a Warg out from under its rider as a horde of reinforcements scream forth in fury, hold the line as the main host hits your outnumbered regiment, see men fall all around you before the first rays of sun break across the horizon, mount a horse as you gleefully rout the enemy from the field, then trip as you dismount hours later and break your neck. Damn.
