Chapter 21: Templar's

Hundreds of Templar climb out of their fortifications battered by an Ottoman siege to face their attacker. Outnumbered 30 to 1, moral sinks. But one raises a banner and begins to march towards the enemy, slowly 5, 10, 30, then... all, they unsheathe their swords and steady their pace, rallying to the call. The low percussive ruble of armor plates grows louder as the step quickens. Arrows rain hell from above, many meet their fate, but the march goes on. Suddenly, a veteran of the old guard begins to run, the ranks follow suit, A CHARGE! Their blades gleaming in the morning sunlight, these men of glory have nothing to lose but their honor. After only seconds the lines meet the Ottoman columns. The knights break through, but seconds later the enemy flanks fall back on them. Now surrounded, no quarters has been declared. Steel slashes flesh and bone. Each man now fights to preserve the prestige of the Templar. One by one they fall, but not without cost, each takes down dozens with him to the grave. The battle drones on for hours. Until the banner, symbol of the cross, shudders one last time in the wind and crashes to the ground...