“Tis just a flesh wound, Gideon. Press the attack!” said the king. “Who is with me?!” he said, rallying his men. “Let’s send these beasts back to hell!”
Gideon grabbed his King’s attention. “Sire, you’re wounded. You must seek medical attention.”
“Now is not the time. Night falls, but for me especially.” His eyes were grave as he looked at Gideon. “I know my fate. Now, dear friend, do as your king commands and let us have one last battle together.” Gideon understood and stayed his complaint.
“For you, my king.”
When the daylight returned the king was dead.