Just a few paces away from the wall of shield-bearers, Jake and Hephais watched in stunned silence as six frenzied rookies lunged at a single shield-bearer, their eyes bloodshot and full of manic desperation. It wasn't a terrible strategy if their goal was to punch a hole through the enemy lines, but the power gap was just too damn wide.
Unperturbed, the heavily armored foot soldier they had targeted sneered under his visored helm and surged forward, viciously ramming his rectangular shield into the soldier directly before him. Simultaneously, his spear-wielding arm executed a lightning-fast horizontal sweep, cutting down all the 'weeds' daring to clutter his field of vision.
