Their screams of pain were music to his ears. He stepped on the thrashing neck of one, lunging forward to take a third in the stomach, splitting the man’s boiled leather armor. Then, yanking his sword from the falling body, he blocked a strike with his shield before beheading the next to face him. His and the other two companies were carrying the day, though Onias knew all three had suffered heavy casualties. Moments before, he heard the horns of more companies coming to assist them and knew they only had to hold out a short while longer before reinforcements arrived. Onias also knew that he wanted to be one of the first to draw wizard blood and was determined to claim that honor. To the left and right, his men stood beside him in an elongated semi-circle, viciously cutting through the bodies of their foes. The raised platform that lay directly ahead them was lined with soldiers. An overhead chop of his sword carved through the wooden shield of one of those above him to shear down to the boot, splitting it in half.
