His name was Bastion, and he was the last line of defense.

He was the last of the Invincibles, and when he rose in battle

Astride the warhorse Velocitor, he of the dappled iron hide

Clad the both in skin of dragons and armor of plated steel

Chain-mail shining in the dampered sun like flecks of starlight

When they rose in battle, no army could stand before them

Without feeling the fear of the ages and ages

Of the legions that had fallen before them, crying out in terror

Bastion with his tattered scarlet cloak flying out behind him

Like the blood of his enemies beneath him

And mighty Velocitor, mane like the tangled whorls of darkness

And the blood-stained spikes upon his face-plate

Together they defended the world as their brethren once had

Before myriad foes had claimed them, calling them up

To receive the crowns of heroes.

 His name was Bastion, and he was the last line of defense.

And with the warhorse Velocitor, he would stand his ground

Against all odds and the most fearsome of enemies

Until at last he too would join his brethren

To receive the crown of heroes.