As I stood there, facing Genghis Khan, I knew that I was no match for him. He was much stronger than any of the generals we had faced before, and even stronger than Hitler. I had hoped that our combined efforts would be enough to take him down, but I was wrong.
He easily dodged my attacks and countered with his own, each one hitting me with the force of a truck. I could feel my strength draining with every blow. I tried to stay focused, to come up with a plan, but it was hard to concentrate when I was being pummeled mercilessly.
Finally, I saw my opportunity and struck with all my might. But it was no use. Genghis Khan deflected my attack and sent me flying across the room. I crashed into a wall, and as I lay there, gasping for air, he approached me.
"You put up a good fight," he said. "But it's over now."
I struggled to get up, but my body refused to cooperate. I knew I was done for.
"Go get the king," I managed to say. "He's our only hope."