And still, the Yarmdon were rampard, men were all around him. Even with Jok fallen, there was still half their number left, and Beam's consciousness was threatening to flicker out at any moment.
That was, until, the cheer rang out.
URAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Various cries rang out across the village, as the villagers bellowed out their victory. Their voices came out with the strong force of a gust of wind, billowing the already flagging morale of the Yarmdon. The men's shoulders crumbled, and strength left their weapons. Their eyes glazed over, and they entered a combat that was not aimed at victory, but at glorious death.
Far from defeated, they seemed to grow even more dangerous.
