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Lucian could hear the ruffling and tussling of the Orcs. The sound of men both crying from pain and their screams of death as the Orcs easily hacked them into pieces with their cleavers. The initial impact was almost damning but he also knew that they were holding. At the forefront was the Knight of the Realm, the warrior cutting down the Orcs with ease.
It was a primal urge for Lucian to charge forward and meet the foe. To wreck upon them the slaughter than was imposed on his fellows that have sent so many souls to Morr already.
Such feelings were trained out of him though. No matter how much he wanted to try and fight them, his breaking of the line would cause utter ruin to come towards the people to whom he could call brothers.
Just as they were trained a series of men continued their rotation from the front towards the rear so that they could rest up their wounds. Said men Lucian saw were bloodied with both their own and the lifeblood of their fellows who had fallen. Many were simply running as complete limbs were chopped off while others Lucian began walking over as they died on the retreat.
He never heard the command but a rain of arrows came sailing above his head upon the Orcs. The whiming hiss of the arrows as they passed over his head caused his mind to lapse for a moment. If Morr really wished it one of those arrows could fall upon Lucian and kill him then and there.
When he was three ranks close enough to the lines of Orcs did he see the bloody mess that was wrecked. Bodies were strung across the ground in such a way that it provided a bloody cover towards the Bretonnian Peasants who were forced upon the defence. Pitch forks, scythes, and spears were string across the ground and the hands of the defenders as the Peasants tried to keep as much distance between them and the greenskin who were assaulting them.
It was three men for every greenskin with each of them stabbing into his flesh. Each of them were pressing with an exercise of might to keep the beasts back like some kind of foul troublesome child. Others were not so lucky as the orcs broke their weapons and ran their cleavers across their faces.
Lucian did not have anyone cross near him for the Orc that they were fighting was pushed over the wall of corpses. The creature twice the size of a man easily turning the man before Lucian into a pulp of red juices.
The creature tried to get up but Lucian along with three others were already upon the Orc, slamming their weapons into all the fleshy bits. Lucian specifically took his weapon upon the neck of the creature, severing it with a pull before he had to quickly rush to the front.
