All the men following your lead

You smile for a second then pull your sword up to knock off an elf on horse back. He fell to the ground while his horse came near you. You decide in an instinct to jump onto the horse back. A fellow man cut down the fallen elf.

"Hey give me that elf sword." you yell as more elves coming very close to your small army.

The man pass the elf sword to you, it felt lighter than any other sword you had every touch. You decide to try to duel wield against the elves forces. Then the twenty elves ran over your men killing seven on impact. You were able to cut four of them down before they could assemble again.

"Take their horse." you yell out before the elves rush in again.

You race back at them hoping to kill even more. One of the elves were shooting arrows on horse back, scaring your men. No this could not happen you thought. You threw your rusted sword at an incoming elf with a spear knocking him off his horse.

The horse ran to your side of the field. Five of your men were riding with you while the others fight on footsteps. The elves not taking it easy on you humans, took out three of the people on t=their horse. Their blood coating the street of Borg. You gallop back to your men making them line in a line. The elves watch with amusement on their smug faces.

You look down at the remaining twenty men compare to their thirteen men. You breathe deeply, "You guys are ready for more or do you want to surrender."

Most wanted to surrender while three of them wanted to keep going. You step down nearing the three men who wanted to continue. They look the most war torn from the mini battle with the elves.