I'm shaking, hands on my knees, panting.
Let the monsters come.
Let them come forever.
Let them climb the piled bodies of their dead.
I don't care.
Let them come in their hundreds and every one will die at my feet. I don't care about their blades from another dimension.
I don't care because I cannot be moved.
Paladins can turn their bolts to fire and Mages can dance with lightning and void.
I am a wall. And walls don't move. Because walls don't care.