And then the first wave of villagers hit. Axes and kitchen knives. Different sorts to what the Yarmdon used. These were tools for farming – the Yarmdon axes were made for war. But within an instant, those innocent farming tools were rendered the same. There was a sudden rush of blood, as the weapons found flesh, and they cast their innocence aside.
Energy had filled their bodies, in the same way it had with Greeves. That rush of exhilaration and adrenaline, enough to cancel out even the fear. And then their shoulders hit the wooden wall constructed by giants… And it crumbled, as though made of dust.
There was no greater feeling than that for men of a villager's background. To have the strong fall so easily to your hand. For there to be no resistance where they had expected a mountain of it. As soon as the wall shattered in front of them, they were hit by a wave of euphoria, a true battle aura, as they were tricked into thinking that they were far stronger than they were.
