The men ran with weapons high, charging into chaos. Charging into doom.
I know you're trying to make this dramatic but the way you constantly do this "two consecutive sentences that try to say the same thing in two different epic ways" is getting pretty formulaic at this point
No, away with that. Away with anger. Away with fear. Away with rage and monsters and regret and desire. Away with all the demons scratching at the glass. Away with transient echoes of the past. Away with fear of death. Away… Away… Away…