Blades

The army had been swept over by a single man. He had charged under the volleys of arrows, over the lances, and knocked aside spears. He may have been the definition of a one-man army. His two thin blades tearing through the front line then after all the men had fallen he stood before me. I want to smile in welcome, but he beats me to it before letting one of his blades find my throat.
"Welcome to the land of the hopeless," He says before cutting my head clean off.
He then fell over. Dead from over-exhaustion.