Swords’ tips cut through the air, their sting nicking hamstrings and leg muscles. Those who fell tried to turn and raise a sword arm in defence but their attackers snarled their venom and plunged sword, knife or axe into the screaming men. Bodies split open, entrails spilled across their legs as feeble hands tried to gather their guts moments before blades severed heads and limbs. Fighting men stood in their enemies’ innards and then clawed their way up the hillside. A butcher’s yard slick with gore. Those in retreat saw the man leading the killers in pursuit was always a half-dozen strides ahead of those who followed – all seasoned fighters anxious for victory and the spoils of war. As the fight crested the hill ten horsemen from the castle spurred their horses forward to trample the attackers beneath their hooves. Those on the run, those men who had survived the baying horde behind them, somehow managed to run between their own cavalry’s mounts, buffeted by the riders’ careless disregard for their safety.
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