Soon the workers would break through the mud brick wall. The archers were trying to keep those on the wall at bay but there had been some casualties. One of the younger men had been hit with broken bricks thrown from the walls. He was dying.
Four men with heavy shields were protecting the two diggers. There was now a small hole and the defenders were shoving spears at them through it.
Chelnuk moved quickly towards the wall and pushed his men out of the way. With his incredible strength he forced a bigger hole through the wall and crashed into the defenders. Kendra, seeing this, brought up the rear and began the attack through the wall. Fighting back to back they cleared the area near the wall of defenders, long enough for the rest of the men to pour through.
Leaping onto a man’s shoulders Chelnuk cleaved his head with his broadsword. Once the cadaver had fallen he smote two others charging forward, one killed by the pommel of his sword, the other devastated by a broken jaw.
His father had slain twenty and was starting up the steps cutting and slashing as he went. When he reached the top he faced ‘King’ Drakmera. “Your kingly pretensions are at an end.” Striking for Drakmera’s head he found that his helmet was stronger than most and instead of killing him outright he instead drove him to the floor, nearly breaking his neck.
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The Twenty Four
FantasyAs he was being birthed in the Bosom, Kendra was fated to be at war with his own kind. His ancestors, the Twenty Four, were good angels who had been deceived into creating progeny that would eventually be at war with all of the 'giants in the earth'...
