Cliche?

  The warrior lay sprawled face down, bleeding and dirtied. He contemplated on whether or not he should give up, to just lay there and die. But then he heard her voice calling out to him. He turned his head slightly and saw the love of his life calling out for him to get up. Right then and there he made his decision, or rather, it was made for him the entire time. Slowly he lifted his heavy body, coughing up blood as he stood straight. The ominous figure that had caused his predicament now turned slowly to face the warrior. Under his helmet he smirked and scoffed at the warrior "You can't possibly think that you can continue to fight me." The warrior replied with a smirk of his own. Lifting his sword into a battle stance he charged and locked blades with his adversary. The warrior knew, that deep down he could beat his opponent, as long as he was fighting to protect the one he loves. As he continued to strike his opponent's blade, he felt strengthened, even more-so than before. Noticing this, the ominous figure questioned the warrior, "From where are you drawing the strength to continue on? Moments ago you were battered, now you continue to fight as though nothing happened. So I ask again, where is this strength coming from!?" The warrior looked into his adversaries eyes, a deep blaze burning in them, and simply answered "Love." The warrior pierced through the figure's chest and so ended the battle. As the body fell, the onlooking woman ran to her beloved and embraced him. They looked into each others' eyes, kissed passionately one last time, and with that the warrior's life had ended, now knowing his love was safe.