The Painting (Rise of the Witch Guard Book 2) by Wachter Luke Sky

Author:Wachter, Luke Sky [Wachter, Luke Sky]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Pacific Crest Publishing
Published: 2014-05-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28: Attacks and Clearing the Gap

They were attacked twice before clearing the ‘gap’, the first attack began with berserkers charging out of the trees one at a time.

“Mogrey’s!” screamed the first berserker, his voice deep and guttural as he burst out of the trees with a razor sharp bronze axe in one hand, and a stone dagger in the other. Foam was literally dripping from the corners of his mouth as he charged.

“His eyes are solid yellow,” a murmur swept through the column of men with growing alarm.

“They glow!” cried a Raven accented voice with growing hysteria. The words were followed by hollow thud of a good smack to the back of the head and when Falon glanced back a member of the Raven contingent was holding the back of his head and rubbing it. Their war leader, sensing Falon’s gaze, looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow at her.

Falon rolled her eyes, the right corner of her mouth tilting but before she turned back to see the berserker slam headlong into a wall of spears.

Two spears were knocked down aside by his bulk, while a third stuck in his leather armored chest, bowed, and then broke with a mighty cry of effort by the barbarian as he attempted to penetrate the spear-wall.

Instants later the berserker had axed one of her men in the side, literally lifting him off the ground and throwing him several feet, and then smashed the flat of the axe into the face of another of her men, sending the him down to the ground, like a pole axed steer or felled tree.

The men in front of him turned to run but the ones to the side shouted and stabbed with their spears and although the barbarian sunk his axe into the back of one of the fainthearted, who when faced with the hazard, took to his heels instead of standing tall.

But the man’s comrades proved their own courage when they stabbed the barbarian multiple times in the front and side. Even a mighty oak like the blood-crazed, shaman power-boosted, mouth-frothing savage could be felled.

Still crying with guttural, angry sounds more akin to those of a beast than a man, the spearmen continued to stab away at the fallen barbarian long after he was dead.

Falon looked at the Imperial Sergeant with widened eyes but he covertly shook his head. Not liking the advice but feeling she had to take it under serious consideration—especially since she had just solicited it—Falon turned forward and averted her gaze.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Darius finally barked, “you’ve kilt him dead enough already; there’s no time to slaughter him like a goat.” When the men hesitated but then returned to their mad stabbing, the Sergeant finally got mad, “Eyes out and mind your spear-wall; there could be more of them, damn your eyes!”

At this, the men seemed to snap out of it with one of them looking slightly dazed and only seeming to stop in confusion, likely because the rest of the half dozen men pin-cushioning the corpse had stopped doing so.

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