Metal clashing metal. Sobs, screams, and wails. Bodies falling into the snow. The stench of blood filled the courtyard.
Drake heard everything, took a deep breath, and let everything settle in. It took all of his self-control to sit there and not charge forward. He waited for the sound of approaching footsteps in the snow. His mind relaxed as his muscles coiled, prepared for action.
He needed to strengthen his mind to make it able to control his body, which ached to go into the fray. To shed more blood than his enemies did. To avenge, to cut a path to the lords and take their heads. But in his rage, he would have not distinguished friend from foe. And he needed to be the last line of defense.
Drake emptied his mind, preparing it for what was to come. Every thought during combat was a liability, and he needed to keep his head clear of all the things that could hinder the rage he wanted to unleash upon his enemies.
