Archaic battles

I am a hero
My sword glistened and swore when I turned it
I held it right above my elbow - parallel to my body
Taller than me, it claimed its might

I had won the battle, and I did it with a panache,
I have earned my glory, my honor has no match,

I promised to teach them how to use the mighty sword
To win battles with a thousand wardes

They rejoiced and celebrated by courage and zeal abundant

But they said sorry, "now a days we don't use guts but guns".