An armored man waved his hand, shaking it each time he clenched one of his fingers.
"Go!"
As soon as he made a fist, another soldier on the other side charged forward, swinging a reinforced log into the door of the house before them.
Crack!
The door was blasted straight off its hinges, falling onto the floor in a clatter.
"Don't let any cultists escape!"
The two men charged forward, another four filing in after them.
"Dining area, empty! Move to the next room."
The men barred their swords, prepared to deal with an ambush. Behind them, the next two soldiers wielded crossbows. If the front soldiers failed to cut down the enemy in one strike, their attacks would likely finish the job.
As they charged into the bedrooms, though, it seemed that there wouldn't be much of a job to finish here.
"Clear. It looks like whoever was here already ran."
