Confusion reigned on all sides of the battlefield. Those that were able to cast their attention to that eastern road.
Another look in the dark, the Yarmdon men were closer now, lit up by the light of one of the burning houses… A scream, and then the unmistakable spray of blood.
"BASTARD!" Gorm cried, his anger like the thundering eruption of a volcano. He swatted his hand behind him, as a villager approached with a knife, instantly crushing the man's skull. And then he rocketed off his back foot at an impossible speed.
Within a single bound, he'd closed the distance of several metres. Beam didn't understand what was happening, he had no idea who it was that Gorm had been so angry to see. But he knew he couldn't leave the giant to his own devices, he hastened to follow, as one of his trustworthy Captains took advantage of the moment to raise morale.
