I was part of a line up.
We were all armed with plate armour, boots and a sword.
There were no helmets or sheilds that I can recall.
It was at the very edge of a village.
A call was given to charge.
The enemy wasn't known but they were probably close by.
We gave a loud yell while running.
I remember running through the near end of the village.
I remember turning the sword in a clockwise direction, it was as if it gave some extra speed while running.
Although, I think it was to reinforce the cool-ness of actually holding a sword.
We entered a field of very tall green grass.
I remember swinging my sword back and forth hitting the grass.

"This really is a waste of a cool sword...using it to knock down grass", I thought.