” ROAARR!” I screamed at the frightened enemy with all my fellow soldiers. “CHARGE,” our commander screamed, we were running faster than an army of galloping horses. I watched in agony as my friends were knocked to the (dirty) floor with sharp swords and were impaled. ” Where is the commander?” I screamed across the battle ground, there were a army of Celts charging right at me. I braced myself but… nothing hit me… I opened my eyes to see a load of dead enemy’s at my feet: my soldiers had saved my life.