The man was dead within seconds. His weight fell upon Baelson who pushed him aside and began slicing his short sword left and right, feeling the resistance of muscle and cartilage on his sword. He pulled his blade clean through and carried on his attack. The surviving members of his warband saw their Lord pushing forward and, with a renewed sense of purpose, pushed against the might of the Åscatorians. They were with Baelson now, hacking and slicing as though the very might of Praias was possessing them. The battle madness had taken them. They were lost to the fray as their shield-wall rallied against the might of the enemy.
