Ben ran through the horde and was almost at the cave. Something inside him made him stop.
A true soldier does not abandon his king! He knew that he could never live with himself if he stayed. Ben looked to the Wardens, to Leli, and nodded in a final farewell. He then picked up a blade and ran into the Darkspawn masses.
"For Fereldan!" Ben exclaimed, and hacked at the multiple Darkspawn around him, cutting them down like grass. He severed a Hurlock's arms from its body and turned to face more when the Shriek pounced. Ben felt an exploding pain in his shoulder and his lower back as he fell to the ground, his blade clattering away, the Dawkspawn on top of him. He flipped to face his attacker. Ben punched the Shriek in the face, but all it did was enrage the beast. He roared in his face, its saliva spraying down on him.
Ben rolled, taking the Shriek with him, punching it and avoiding its blows. It raked Ben's face with its claws, leaving huge gash marks and a torn nose. "Maker give me strength!" Ben shouted as he headbutted the Shriek with all his might. It flopped over next to him, unconscious or dead, Ben didn't care.
Ben tried to stand, but found he couldn't. He felt his neck numbly. Several teeth from the shriek were embedded in his neck from the headbutt. "Damn..." Was all Ben could muster as he slumped over, darkness enveloping him.