Titan

The tiefling's dark plate armour clanks as she strides across the battlefield, her eyes forward and her glaive out, snow drifting around her. She cleaves through orc after orc, their lifeless corpses falling to the side, allowing her passage forward. With each step she takes, a burst of ice pulses through the ground, seeping into the nearby corpses. An orc chief in front of her lets out a battlecry and begins to charge forward. Smirking, she throws her hand out, and the corpses of the orcs shamble back to life under her command, rising to do battle for their new master.

Crushing the wyrmling's skull beneath his boot, the dwarf turns to look over at the snarling red dragon. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles, the dwarf breaks out into a sprint towards the fiery beast as his allies continue to fight back the hoard of wyrmlings. Lightning begins to trail after him, and as he brings his fist forward, slamming the weight of his thunderous energy into the dragon, a loud crash fills the cavern, and lighting sparks off in all directions.

Bringing his shield up to deflect another blow, the kobold spits out blood and lets out a vicious snarl. The goblins laugh an jeer as they gang up on the lone kobold, and dig into his armour with their shortswords and daggers. Letting out an anguished cry, the kobold's eyes flash with a vibrant orange energy, and the goblins laughs quickly turn to cries of pain as they are consumed in a raging inferno of brilliant sunlight.

All of these warriors are titans, people who are willing to die to protect those that can't protect themselves. Imbued with powerful defensive magic, and branded with a powerful emblem, they dare to tread in the darkest of places, armed with the knowledge that they have already spat in the face of impossible odds.