enemy, stepping on the arrows as if he walked in a field of wheat.
The two commanding men stood speechless in front of the armored dragoons.
“General Stromberg, send in the dragoons. You must hold him. God speed, Mark, may the spirits guide and protect us.”
Mark stared dumbfounded at the Avatar. Cedric’s hand closed on his shoulder, breaking his gaze.
“Yes, may the Gods grant us the strength to defeat him.”
“He is a Preclass, their blessings will not lead us to victory this day. Pray that my plan will come together successfully. A loss here today would cripple our forces beyond repair.”
The General withdrew his extravagant long sword and pointed it at the Avatar.
“Dragoons!” he screamed. The ringing of drawn weapons resonated in the air as the towering line of dragoons readied their swords, axes, and polearms. “Dragoons, do not be overconfident! This man means death! Do not try to be a hero, or you will fall beneath his blades. Good luck and God speed! Attack! Attack! Attack!”
With the drop of his sword, the armored legion of dragoons thundered forward down the hillside and the raging yells of adrenaline-fueled men erupted in the battle shouts of war. The sound of the stampeding horses and the howls of the men filled the air. Chaotic tremors shook the entire ground.
As the line of metal death approached Bram, the explosive cracking noise of his power rang clear within his mind. The charging brigade of horsemen slowed to near stop, frozen in slow motion of the attack. Although he slowed as well, Bram drew his right arm behind him, clenching his glimmering short sword, and with the twist of his entire body, he hurled the blade in a spinning motion towards the lead dragoon. It spun in a creeping blur towards the armored rider, and with an earsplitting screech, the blade pierced the protective chest plate that hung below the horse’s neck, sinking in completely to the hilt. The horse’s head reared back, as all of the strength drained from his front legs, throwing the rider headfirst towards the dirt. The arch in the rider's back gave little idea to the strain that ripped through him as he tried to keep his legs upon his mount. His head and arms catapulted straight into the solid ground as the armored horse, moving at full sprint, collided with the earth with bone-shattering force. In a snowball-like effect, the dead rider and his mount created an unavoidable mound, which toppled the trailing riders in a bloody turmoil of broken bones, flying weapons, and death. Confusion and shock swept through the riders that were still in the back.
Like an enraged beast, Bram leapt upon the first horse that had fallen and arched the shimmering short sword downward into the terrified face of a dragoon. A spray of warm blood shot from the sides of his blade as it split the dragoon’s head in two. With dance-like movements, he swept his right hand backwards to the handle of the dragoon’s axe, and whirled it across his chest into the oncoming soldier that had dismounted. The knight's shining chest plate caved in from the brute force of the flying axe, lifting both his feet off the ground as he burst out a mortal grunt.
Bram ripped his sword from the chest of the first horse, and with both swords moving in twin fashion, he hacked the life from the oncoming horde of soldiers. In slowed time, Bram watched everything around him and had time to calculate his attacks. His attacks flowed fluidly, with no wasted energy. His blade whistled through the air, parting a head from its body and continued straight across the stomach of another man, spilling his guts onto the ground like a vomiting beast. Single arcs of his blood-dipped weapons rarely downed a
The two commanding men stood speechless in front of the armored dragoons.
“General Stromberg, send in the dragoons. You must hold him. God speed, Mark, may the spirits guide and protect us.”
Mark stared dumbfounded at the Avatar. Cedric’s hand closed on his shoulder, breaking his gaze.
“Yes, may the Gods grant us the strength to defeat him.”
“He is a Preclass, their blessings will not lead us to victory this day. Pray that my plan will come together successfully. A loss here today would cripple our forces beyond repair.”
The General withdrew his extravagant long sword and pointed it at the Avatar.
“Dragoons!” he screamed. The ringing of drawn weapons resonated in the air as the towering line of dragoons readied their swords, axes, and polearms. “Dragoons, do not be overconfident! This man means death! Do not try to be a hero, or you will fall beneath his blades. Good luck and God speed! Attack! Attack! Attack!”
With the drop of his sword, the armored legion of dragoons thundered forward down the hillside and the raging yells of adrenaline-fueled men erupted in the battle shouts of war. The sound of the stampeding horses and the howls of the men filled the air. Chaotic tremors shook the entire ground.
As the line of metal death approached Bram, the explosive cracking noise of his power rang clear within his mind. The charging brigade of horsemen slowed to near stop, frozen in slow motion of the attack. Although he slowed as well, Bram drew his right arm behind him, clenching his glimmering short sword, and with the twist of his entire body, he hurled the blade in a spinning motion towards the lead dragoon. It spun in a creeping blur towards the armored rider, and with an earsplitting screech, the blade pierced the protective chest plate that hung below the horse’s neck, sinking in completely to the hilt. The horse’s head reared back, as all of the strength drained from his front legs, throwing the rider headfirst towards the dirt. The arch in the rider's back gave little idea to the strain that ripped through him as he tried to keep his legs upon his mount. His head and arms catapulted straight into the solid ground as the armored horse, moving at full sprint, collided with the earth with bone-shattering force. In a snowball-like effect, the dead rider and his mount created an unavoidable mound, which toppled the trailing riders in a bloody turmoil of broken bones, flying weapons, and death. Confusion and shock swept through the riders that were still in the back.
Like an enraged beast, Bram leapt upon the first horse that had fallen and arched the shimmering short sword downward into the terrified face of a dragoon. A spray of warm blood shot from the sides of his blade as it split the dragoon’s head in two. With dance-like movements, he swept his right hand backwards to the handle of the dragoon’s axe, and whirled it across his chest into the oncoming soldier that had dismounted. The knight's shining chest plate caved in from the brute force of the flying axe, lifting both his feet off the ground as he burst out a mortal grunt.
Bram ripped his sword from the chest of the first horse, and with both swords moving in twin fashion, he hacked the life from the oncoming horde of soldiers. In slowed time, Bram watched everything around him and had time to calculate his attacks. His attacks flowed fluidly, with no wasted energy. His blade whistled through the air, parting a head from its body and continued straight across the stomach of another man, spilling his guts onto the ground like a vomiting beast. Single arcs of his blood-dipped weapons rarely downed a
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