William once more swung his sword. The Safrid soldiers had been unable to defend in time and felt the blade pierce through his shoulder. It was the breaking point. William could see it was one of the commanders by their armour. The man grabbed his wound and ran back. The men around saw their commander run away, and morale plummeted. For every soldier, they had killed, at least three died. It was a slaughter where they hardly saw the Kingdom's soldiers' bodies on the floor.
With their backs turned in a full retreat, William smiled. "ALL MEN! GIVE CHASE!" Their blood boiled hearing the order. Running forward, not taking prisoners they slaughtered those with their backs turn like cattle. The reserve force that had been watching quickly followed behind. It was a massacre and any that escaped out the city gates found themselves being trampled by the Caverly that always lingered.
