They stood together, lances pointed outward. What seethed around them seemed no more than the night shifting. But they knew, they saw the snarling faces in the writhing darkness, the tusks, the horns, the fangs waiting to gore them. They tightened their ranks, formed a tight circle. The enemy would break their lines, but not without a terrible cost. The very last man who stood alone on this mountain, his slain comrades around him, would tax them until the final moment.
And so they stood.