”Why are you doing this?” Her voice was like some far-away thunder, as if her cowl was some impossibly deep cave.
I smashed my head against the helmet of the man in front of me before he could draw his blade and slashed to my right, drawing blood from some other poor devil's throat. I bashed the third one with my shield, dropping him in place, unconscious.
“You are distracting me. Shut up.”
“My Lord, in front of you!” I screamed, my voice rough with smoke.
The kid whirled in place and faced his opponent. He faked to the right, then to the left, and drove his spear into his enemy’s neck. I smiled. Someone had taught him well.
Wonder who that ugly son of a bitch might have been.
Someone lunged for my neck head-on. It was an amateur’s move, and I saw it coming from a mile away.
It almost killed me nevertheless.
“You have brought many before me. That’s why I came for you. Why you can s