I watched as he stood against my horde alone. Everyone else had fled, leaving the man alone to face me. He leaned upon his sword and waited for the charge of my army.
I could see from my position in the front lines that he was breathing heavy, tired from days of fighting and numerous, grave wounds.
I admired his courage, his tenacity, to stand there against insurmountable odds with nothing but determination in his eye.
I felt a twinge of regret when I ordered the charge. The death of such a man would be a loss to the world.