Arrested Soldier

We stand prepared for battle, our pikes thrusted toward the gullets of our adversaries. Hastily we aim to strike down all we oppose. Our nemeses match us with a fervor that scorches redder than our own flames of rage. They perceive us a threat to their very ethos. Slashing of skin underscored by the glitters discharged from steel upon steel exchanges. Bodies amass as the carmine blanket flows. Screeching shrieks heard as each soul withdraws from a once confident swain lay slain. Mighty steed hooves surge the earthy dough. All shall be gained or gone astray; for no more shall join the savagery of such hostilities. Victory will govern the fortune of pitiable foes. Alas, the moment granted by a lamentable contender that punctured my golden cuirass. My fortune is not to see what will to follow.