As he focused his attention on a questing spear to his front, another slid in from the side. Vivian scrambled to get back up. A teenage Arkadian with a black bralette and hide panties was draped languidly over a dying Viking warrior, their legs intertwined in a grotesque parody of sex. Her death had been mercifully quick. “Just a little longer. Emmy bested the woman with some difficulty and moved on. Allowing the momentum of my slash to spin me around, I turned it into a head-high swipe at the lunging warrior. That young teen, her brown hair tied in a small bun, was clutching the stump of her severed hand. Plus, in the heat of battle, most warriors forgot to watch out for their lower half. “Archers, forward!” yelled Warleader Warren. She collapsed and vomited blood, unable to scream. “Shield wall!” echoed Sigurd, and my other warchiefs. My archers were not that bad; the poor quality of their volleys was intentional. All around her, the lucky whimpered in fear and kept running.
