I remember once the Black‑Iron Horde rode through the valley, all thunder and fire, sure they’d break my city. I stood in the gate with nothing but a grin and my blade. When they charged, I swung the sword so fast the air itself hissed, and their shield splintered like a twig. One by one, they fell before my grin, as if it had a blade inside it. The tide turned that day, and the Horde retreated faster than a snake on hot sand. It’s proof that a warrior’s confidence can be as lethal as steel.