The clashing of steel, the banging of drums, the screams of pain all started to bombard his ears once again. Darkness and light exploding across his vision in a battle of its own. A shape, no, a figure moving closer. Friend or foe, he could not tell, his mind racing, his body screaming, trying to squirm away and yet not moving. Time inching so slowly, his vision clearing even slower, but the figure was coming, it was coming for him and it was no friend. Muscles starting to work allowing him to move as a turtle, alas the figure was still gaining on him, raising something long above its head. Crawling like a crab thru the blood-soaked earth watch the figure ready itself to strike him dead, his hand stumbling across a chunk of metal that was not quite metal. Cold like metal but at the same time warm like fire with no time to think he grasped it as if it was an axe.

The figure approached one more step and heaved the long object towards his head, he swung whatever he held meeting the figures blade and sending it wide to his left to find no purchase other than the dirt. With the last bit of energy, he exploded up to his knees and swung whatever he had in his hands up between the figure’s legs with a bang and flash of light the figure froze. Then all the joints of the figures armor glowed bright red as they were being fused together. Not just the metal being fused to metal but to the figures skin as well as the sickening sweet smell of charred human flesh starts to escape from the suit of armor while the sounds escaping no longer sounded human. Finally with his vision clearing the battlefield once more was before him, a field of chaos filled with warriors and horses seesawing into and or ricochetting off each other, those who fell were then trampled in the melee adding to the hell they all were in.

A distant rumble like thunder started to be heard over the battle, in the distance another wave was starting its charge towards them. Off to his right he spied a trebuchet laying on its side, he ran over to see only to find the mechanism also in disrepair. Out of despair, he threw his hands and his head on broken gear and there was another flash of light. Looking down at his right hand, he still held the thing that had saved him from the knight. It looked like nothing but a wrench, just a simple wrench. And now the gear was whole again. He wasted no time and started reassembling the mechanism, tapping the wrench against any part that was broken only to see it be made whole again. He glanced up searching and found what he sought, “You men come here and load the stones in the basket, NOW!!!”. He turned his eyes back to his work only to hear them start to complain that it was on its side and will not work,” It is the only chance we got so get them loaded up, all of them! Then clear the path of our men. MOVE!!”. They seen their impending doom rushing down the field with no mercy and clearing a swath as a broom clears a floor and so inspired with fear moved with the speed of giants to load up all the stones.

The enemies had all but covered the battlefield in there first run, but he was ready to fire. The stones were loaded the mechanism fixed and wound tight with the same wrench. Now he waited for his comrades to run clear of where the trebuchet may toss its deadly store. Closer they come, when he dared wait no longer, he hit the lever with the wrench setting loose the deadly force that it held back. It violently shook and quivered as it sprung and convoluted throwing its load of stones along and above the ground, taking legs and riders off of horses in such a wide arch that three fourths of the enemy was laid to waste or unfit to defend themselves. Such a violent fit it did have that it threw him 20 feet into the air.

Bolting upright in his bed, the sweat soaked bedding lazily falling from his body and shoulders as he rocked himself while clutching his wrench tight to his chest. Will Billy muttered to himself, “I am just a farmer, now. I am just a farmer, now. I am just a farmer.” As the glow from his wrench highlighted the tears reaching his jaw line.