Astrom walked through the defending line that had crumbled. His eyes focused on behind them at the defending force that fought one another, but his eyes lingered on one man. His lips slowly curled up in a smile as he felt his blood pumping like it had never before.
Tyr pulled his axe out of one of the men and felt the eyes on him. They turned into narrow slits as he pushed past those who he should have been attacking. No one stopped him, his presence alone invoking dread. They watched him drag the axe, carving a line in the ground as he approached Astrom. The two looked at one another, the fighting around seemingly going still watching the two.
"Leif," Astrom spoke quietly, his grip on the claymore tightening. "Lead the assault." Leif understood instantly what Astrom wanted to do as he nodded, and pulled his men to run past Tyr, no one daring to stop their king from enjoying his battle. 'Where did she hide this one.'
