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They could not be allowed to come through. Quickly raising the scythe above his head the Knight called out to the men around him, “One me! We march forward!”
Those around him did not hesitate. Where the Peasants of Bretonnia would have coward at being called out these men were quick to start moving with him in formation. They began passing those norscans who were already through the gates and striking at their fellow brothers. Those men were to become meals for Bok, the Kroxigor advancing behind the regiment as they tried to fight their way to the gap.
The enemy had enough time. A mass of Norscans, roughly that of a regiment, were forming at the gates in a less coherent but still formidable fashion. Contact was made quickly as shields and wooden spears from both sides began impaling the other with as much strength and gusto that the men were able to manage amongst themselves.
Lucian himself was cutting now at the front. The forces of Albion footmen rotate ranks so that they can rest. Lucian however did not need it, for the fire that was building for these last few minutes of battle had flowed through his body enough that the mortal worries of tiredness was no longer a factor.
Yes, just barely, he was reaching the same divine state that was blessed upon him before. Though now the anger that was always welling through him thanks to the Rune of Dregni was but a part of him as much as his hands and legs were. They were both one and Lucian felt as much influence from the rune as he wanted.
A swipe of his weapon cut down three men, their bodies severed at the necks from an uppercut against their necks. Another step was enough for him to reach four of them, causing two to have their stomachs opened while the others were severed at the torso where Lucian could wiggle his blade through their spines.
“Follow him, follow the Bretonni!” Shouted one of the men as Lucian marched forward. A sudden surge of men came to his side and with a push sheet weight gave Lucian enough room to be safe.
His scythe cutting swaths through the men, his flesh marred with their blood and weapons, Lucian saw the fear within their eyes as his glowing eyes locked to theirs. The men knew in that moment that their lives were lost, and the Knight made sure to confirm it.
