Call me back to the battle...

And the Spartan will fight. May the death on the battlefield be the greatest glory.
As he crosses the barren field he sees the hordes of enemies. All charging madly towards him.

He raises his shield and points his spear toward the horde. The first to run into his shield is knocked out cold. His commrades suffer a worst fate at the tip of his spear. Their numbers drop quickly at the hands of the Spartan. Yet even he knows he stands no chance agaisnt the large numbers. In the end he is pushed back. Step by step. He is overwhelmed.
Then it happens, he begins to fight like a man possesed. He launches his spear into the middle of the horde and draws his sword.

"TO THE DEATH" He screams. "AU-OOOH!!!"

The number of men dead by his hands are as follows.

23 dead upon engaging with the spartan.
Double that with in the next 5 minutes of fighting.
73 are dead by the time the horde has pushed the spartan back 5 meters.
81 dead by the time they inflict the first wound.
87 dead within 20 minutes of mad fighting.
92 dead by his second wound.
119 dead as he is stabbed multiple times.
120 dead as he breathes his last breath...