I sprinted as fast as I could, heart pumping, fire in my veins, and summoned forth tendrils of flame from my left hand. With a short chop I brought it into enemy lines and water mages everywhere sought to smother them. I let them have the flames, and drew forth two shining swords. I leapt into the air fifteen feet above the enemy and dove downwards. Two men stood their ground under me and I smashed one flat into the earth, recovered with a roll and came up slashing. With two upward cuts I took the arms off of a giant man. He screamed and fell back pumping blood into the faces of his fellow soldiers. Face grinning, I leapt sideways avoiding a battle axe, nicked off a finger or two from the offending man, and showed them the fury of two blades. Slashing and cutting with as much speed as I can manage creates a literal blur of steel in front of me and I directed this blur into the press of the enemy. A mist of blood sprang into the air sticking to my face and arms.