The sound of sharp iron clashing against each other were heard over the already messy and noisy sound in the air. Screams grew and faded everywhere, the smell of congelead blood, open bodies and intestines harassed our nostrils more than I would even want to imagine. Tears now and then slipped out of my eyelet and rushed down my cheeks. I followed its movement and watched it fall silently right by my almost torn off arm on the already muddy and bloody ground.
Suddenly out of nowhere I heard a sound so loud I instantly covered my ears in fear. Soon enough I recognized the sound and I immediately threw my arm in the air so high I could reach the cloudy sky and rip a hole in the white roof and let the sun light on my face with all its strength. The horn blew again, the loud blast pushed my hair forward, I almost tripped like I used to when I failed miserably at impressing the beautiful ladies in my hometown. I could hear them chuckle and see them blush, even though they weren't nowhere near. A knight in not so shining armour rode towards me and lifted me up from the mud bath I didn't volunteer for. When I gathered strength I could after what felt like an eternity finally understand what he was telling me.
- "... and then an arrow found its way to his eye when he was opportune to a mortal wound! Harold is dead! The king is dead!" The knight cheered so loud the horse pranced and he found himself in the same situation I had been in moments ago.