He stepped to the right and shifted his grip, sliding a second hand on the weapon. He cleaved an over-eager man from shoulder to hip in the style of overwhelm, hoping to inflict some sort of fear onto the enemy.
But their morale hardly budged. It was like they couldn't even see what had happened to their ally, and the brutal way that he'd died.
If they didn't see, the soldiers did.
"ALL MEN! CHARGE!" Northman bellowed from across the room. "THE MAGIC ONLY WORKS ON THOSE ON THE STEPS! BUTCHER ANYONE WHO DARES TO STAND IN OUR WAY!"
Northman had come up with his own explanation for how the magic worked, though it didn't do anything to explain how the arrows had disappeared earlier.
