His sword glinted in the fading evening sun, a striking contrast against the worn leather of his armor. The dark paint across his face added to his already imposing visage. He stood tall and proud as he looked over his domain.
The battle had been a long one, and though he stood solid he was tired. His body ached and his armor was heavy. He sighed, the sound of a man weary but not defeated, and turned his face to the sky.
He was a warrior. He would fight fiercely as long as he had breath in his body. He knew one day the end would come, but it hadn't come yet. He lifted his sword with all the strength he had left, and reveled in his victory.