A Venomous Slaughter

The clashing of steel sounded like a rattlesnake at the first sight of danger. Like that snake, the sun peaked over the horizon in fear and curiosity. Oh the atrocities that stood before the aged sun. This star had seen millions and billions of men, women, and children die over the long reign of man over the Earth. Yet, it stood in fear at the sight of this slaughter. Our plan, a mortiferous one at that, was to attack the Athenians right before sunrise. We had found a flank, through a tunnel, that would catch their entire camp off guard. Not a single brain in that entire encampment would've thought to guard that cave. It seemingly went nowhere, but atlast it did! It cut right through the mountain they were camped next to. We would send 100 men or so to slither through that cave and pounce on the unguarded part of the camp. The rest of our rather small army would head straight into the camp plunged into chaos, the traditonal Spartan method. We would strike the Athenians down with our wonderful plan. However, that wasn't the case. When our 100 men, myself included, climbed through the cavern for the ambush it started to collapse. The screams of terror from my comrades as they got stuck in between rocks. The last gasps of air before the cavern would crush their bodies with the might of Zeus himself. Only a handful of men got out of that cave with our lives. The great ruckus that caused, alerted the Athenians to our position, and quickly we were surrounded by hundreds of men in blue painted armor. All hope was lost until a large explosion was heard echoing from the other side of the massive encampment. Our rallying call. Me and my 9 other soldiers drew our swords, ready to be out numbered by our foes. But we are Spartans, we fight with the strength gifted to us by Ares himself. The Athenians had closed in us. So we fought. We fought and fought. Friends and foes bloodied corpses dropped one after one. They dropped and dropped. I remember this one Athenian with a nasty scar that stretched across his entire face. He threw himself at me. Our swords danced and danced until he managed to hit mine away from me. He slashed me right across my chest, which made me instinctively fall to the ground. Before my body slammed against the dirt below me, I looked around to see my 9 comrades laying in a pool of blood. Our surprise attack had failed, miserably. However, the snake was about to feed on its prey. Before succumbing to my wounds, which now forbid me to move, I was able to make out some Athenians yelling "retreat! retreat!". Our main army must've pushed through the camp, using the cave collapsing as a perfect bait. So, I died for a reason. I died for Sparta. The snake bit its tail off.