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air, thousands of the deadly projectiles hanging limp from their shields like a thicket of thorns. Not a single man dead, Cain thought.
    The roar of approaching Arzecs shook his thoughts and he tore his gaze over the ramparts to the enemy before them. The sea of Arzecs cascaded towards Andaurel, weapons raised in a bloodthirsty war cry.
    “They’re going to hit the wall!” a soldier shouted.
    “Brace yourselves!” Cain cried out.
    The wave of Arzecs slammed into the weak wooden palisades like a great ocean’s swell. Timber flew in a shower of dust and earth as the walls barely withstood the powerful blow. The Arzecs concentrated all their power into a small area of the wall, tackling and battering down the timber ramparts with unrelenting might.
    The palisades began cracking drastically as the violent battery continued, shards flying with every blow endured. They could not see their enemy, but the defenders knew what lay ahead.
    Weapons at the ready!” Grend commanded over the din of Arzecs. The chime of drawn swords rang out as the defenders thrust their swords and spears before them. “Let us show them true vengeance!” The militia let out a fierce cry, their shouts barely heard over the roar of the enemy assault.
    The palisades suddenly gave way with one final stroke in an explosion of timber and earth. Debris rained over the defenders and dust filled the air.
    The hordes of Arzecs poured over the rubble and sprinted towards the steel-fisted bastion of soldiers before them.
    The two factions collided and the roar of battle instantly filled the city, weapons ringing in a deafening clash as the front ranks of Arzecs were torn asunder by the defenders. Bodies hurled back into the Arzec lines, blood and entrails flying in a haze of death.
    The stalemate dragged on as the two masses fought on with bloody retribution. Bodies fell like endless rain, cries of death and anguish filling the night air.
    Cain charged forward from the defending soldiers, several men following close behind as they tore through the enemy ranks like an iron spearhead.
    He swiftly dodged the first row of Arzecs and brought his sword down on one. Its head shot off in a fount of blood as another ran forward to take its place.
    Cain ducked and blocked the thrust of its spear. He quickly pulled its wielder forward and threw the Arzec over his shoulder, sending it tumbling over him as it slammed into the ground. He spun his sword and thrust the blade downward, piercing the Arzec’s throat. It cried out in muffled pain, blood gushing about him as he wrenched the sword from its body. He raised the bloodied weapon to his side and charged head on into the sea of Arzecs.
    He leapt into the air at an oncoming Arzec and thrust his sword forward, plunging it through the Arzec’s face. He landed beside the body and tossed his sword at a second. The blade ripped through the Arzec’s spine and dropped it to its knees.
    Cain sprinted towards the body and evaded several sword strikes. He pulled his sword from its victim and ran toward an unsuspecting Arzec. He jumped toward it and bound off its shield, flipping over the Arzec. He sliced its head off as he spun over it, and landed to a knee behind the body as it collapsed in a torrent of blood.
    He swung his sword at a wall of onrushing Arzecs, hewing their legs off. A final Arzec fell upon him, and he shot up from the ground and thrust his sword through the Arzec’s neck. The tip exploded out the top of the Arzec’s skull and with a violent pull on his sword, the blade ripped through the Arzec’s face. Its skull erupted in two with a blast of brain and blood that splattered over Cain.
    Suddenly Silas dashed past him and crashed down on his enemies with a murderous scream.
    He swung his Sitar full force into the Arzecs. Bodies flew as the huge weapon slammed into them and sent them flying with every swing. The vicious blades disemboweled its victims, ripping entrails from bodies in an inexorable bloodbath.
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