The first foothold of Arch.

Yeah, this is the second dream of the night, and it is like I am in oblivion, same graphics, I'm first person.

I am on a battlefield with alot of friends, there is a strange cart behind us which is pulling what appears to be thousands of spears.
A friend from school Karl, who used to bully me in real life, wants to mess around, he begins to jeer and get people to throw spears.
Chaos occurs, everyone is fighting, spears flying through the air, splinters and debris floating down smoothly.
I look up carmly, and begin to take action, telling karl to stop, he turns around and begins to provoke me, he is armed with a shield.
He pushes me over, I feel embarrassed and it hurt quite alot. It is time to take action, I pick up a spear on the ground nearby. A smile appears on his face.
I am calm and precise, I drive the spear into an uncovered area as his shield is covering his upper body, the battlefield goes quiet.
He groans, I pull the spear upwards, leaving his back unprotected, and I smash the spear into the back of his calf's. He falls to his knees, begining to turn to sheild himself.
Too fast for him I bring the spear down upon his sholders, smashing it over and over again, the spear splinters.
Fade.