A stream of them slipped towards Tolsey. Kursak said nothing. It seemed the men were eyeing the soldiers that awaited beyond him, as they stood in clusters, with their spears facing forwards, and violence in their eyes.
One man, though, changed his course at the last second. He went for a surprise attack. He came thundering at Tolsey from the side, his axe swung from his hip, raising upwards in a vicious arc, aiming for Tolsey's head.
Kursak bellowed his dismay. "YOU DOG! THAT WAS MY KILL!"
But the young Yarmdon commander need not have worried. Inexperienced though Tolsey was, he was still a knight. Before that the man could even complete his strike, Tolsey's training had kicked in, as he sliced through the man's hand, and then cleaved down through his shoulder.
