There amongst the midst and chaos moved the former Knight Commander. 
Though limping, his figure was still a daunting form of solid steel that moved bravely forward, almost uncaring at the gunfire and explosions. 
His armour blinked in the sun, heavy light grey plate carrying the Venray’s family emblem, marking him as Lord Uilles. The bird set upon his chest almost seeming to brim with light as its eyes stared forward, making it seem as if it was looking straight at you, with a powerful scowl. 
Upon his back rested the heavy greatsword as he moved through the troops towards the frontline, ignoring the whispers that rose up with each tred he made.
“It’s The Raptor!” “It’s Lord Venray!” “The General is here! The Old General!” The knights and men spoke to one another in disbelief, some having only heard of the man through hearsay.
There was a reason Uilles still commanded such respect and deference, it was almost akin to some strange kind of hero worship, with the man ignoring the whispers focused forward on the enemy in front of him. 
Whilst Uilles had been a mere bodyguard to the Queen, a sort of honorary position ever since the incident had crippled him, this did not mean that he was completely useless. He was still a man that could kill. Wedded to his sword as it was part of his body and soul. 
On the battlefield he once had been known as a fighter of unmatched class and skill, a true weapon of war, a death sentence to one’s enemy.
Well it was time to brush off the rust of his old bones and old blade. 
Taking a glance at the Eastern sky he smiled, he hoped he would be able to see what would come of them…but if it was to end, then better it be with sword in hand and going down swinging. 
He turned his face back to focus himself on the bulky metal ships in front of him. His eyes carefully watched as the gun turrets turned towards him.
Clearly the gauntlet was thrown down. The challenge made. 
Though the retribution would undoubtedly would be lying in wait, Uilles intended to make them bleed and pay for it, he would not give them another yard, if they wished to advance, they would have to do so by killing him.
Picking up a tall dented tower shield from the ground he took a wide stance before placing it in front of him. 
The image was almost laughable, a single man would stand alone against the might of the Empire? 
Aboard the Indomitable the general scoffed.
“Still as arrogant as ever! Well you arrogant cretin let’s see you stop this! Fire at that smug sack of shit for being so stupid to believe his own hype!” The general ordered as he focused on the screen again. 
Today would be the day that vengeance would be served. The Empire would topple Belisio and taking out Venray was a just the fucking cherry on top.
Uilles meanwhile quietened his soul and tensed his body, he would only be able to do this once, before they would realize their mistake and the surprise would be lost.
“FIRE!” the general roared slamming on his controls eager to see the man fall.
With a rumble and shudder the gun reeled from the firing as a deadly projectile was launched at Uilles.
Uilles however moved instantly, almost in a blur, using his ki and brute strength to jump, lifting up the shield and using it to smash the bullet into the ground beneath him, using its explosion to propel him into the air and towards the ship. The shockwave allowed him to clear the distance and land with ridiculous grace on the bow of the ship, resting on his bad knee.
Seeing the mad move of the man the soldiers of the Empire were in a slight shock, not believing their eyes as the man moved up from his kneeling position and moved a hand up to unsheathe his great sword.
From the shadow of bristled grey eyebrows two terrifying depths burned , picking his prey  and pinning them down with the deadly stare of a predator.
As he banged his sword against his tower shield with force and strength, seeming to attempt to draw all their attention towards him he made a final promise.
“Prepare to meet the All Mother.” He said as he dashed forwards, lunging, cutting and carving his way through the lesser trained soldiers of the Empire. Who despite their initial shock and horror attempted to stop him.
One he cast off the ship with a simple bash of his shield, whilst it had only been to unbalance him the brute force had connected so hard the man simply stumbled and fell overboard.
Two others were unfortunate enough to be standing behind one another as the greatsword literally cleft them from the top of the neck down.
A third’s windpipe was crushed with a simple jab of the pommel.
The fourth was kicked down before being stepped on before dying with a simple stab through the heart. Number five charged bravely only to skewer himself before being kicked into his companions, with a speed one would not suspect from the cripple and a strength one would not ascribe to the old man anymore, he tore through the poor souls that stood in his way. His attacks precise and deadly, making his was through the fools that dared cross his path.
When he had cleared the deck of the first wave he pointed his sword at the bridge, knowing they could see him, planting it in of the dead soldiers to hold it for a moment. Taking the tower shield in both hands and balancing carefully, he took a small start before he flung it into the air, sending it flying upwards and crashing through the windows of the bridge.
The general had looked on in anger, screaming obscenities as he watched the old warrior approach, with a steady unrelenting pace. 
“Hand me my sword, it seems if you want to kill a cockroach, you’ll have to crush it yourself.” He snarled before the tower shield came crashing through the window and landed with a couple of loud clanks at his feet.
Bristling with unrivalled fury the general told his lackeys to hold the bridge before pushing aside a well-meaning soldier, who tried to stop him from engaging Uilles and slamming the door behind him.