Fall of Halberds

    The noise was deafening. Twenty - now eighteen - men clad in heavy plates of armor crashing into each other, shouting in anger and screaming in pain. Rook danced and weaved between them. Whenever he spotted an opening in their armor, he struck, his hands lashing out to snap bones and rend flesh. His arms were covered in blood.

    

    The noise lasted for less than a minute. Then silence. A single soldier remained standing. He'd lost his helmet at some point. He couldn't remember when. He took a step backwards, away from the man, and stumbled over one of the bodies.

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Music of the now: Fighting Trousers, by Professor Elemental