Halberds are daunting things to face on a battlefield. Rook knew this from experience. Works wonders on cavalry. Unfortunately for the twenty young soldiers, such cumbersome weapons only got in the way in a room this small.
The moment the first man charged, Rook sprang forward, batting the weapon aside. Without losing momentum, he grabbed the soldier's helmeted head and twisted, cracking bones and snapping tendons. Then he was within their ranks, too close for them to to bring their halberds to bear. He closed his fingers around the nearest soldier's exposed throat and pulled back savagely. Blood spattered his face.
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Music of the now: Kontroll På Kontinentet, by Kaizers Orchestra
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