Olath stood alone on the battlefield, blood dripped from his sword and his fellow brethren lay crooked and half buried in the ground under the might of Humans of Chaos. A Hell beast lay in wait at his flank supported by ranks of the undying and the chaotic. The battle was lost, he could feel it, but to run and flee now would mark him a coward and a deserter. The Gods of Old spoke to him and enraged his inner anger and he charged the Ogre unit that lay ahead and in one foul swoop defeated them.
