The men swarmed at the enemies with vigour and gusto as the start of the hand to hand combat was pretty one sided in favour of the rebels.
Sebastian went wild with his sword, yelling all sorts of insults at the enemy troops while sending them to the afterlife for underestimating him.
Max had almost no need to interfere in the battle at all as even without him killing a single enemy his forces seemed to be doing very well.
Max had his hands wrapped around his back, as he casually strolled through the war torn battlefield without a weapon in hand or armour on his body.
Max looked more like a traveller taking a stroll in a foreign city's garden than a commander of an army, as he did not give a single fuck about fighting with his men choosing to avoid any challengers coming his way or dealing with them in one or two kicks.
