Thousands of weapons rose against a single man, but he pushed on without a single step back.
The adaptability and battle awareness of the general was insane, his hate and panic stripping him of any hesitation in his actions. Despite being set upon by an entire army of some of the best-trained men and women in the kingdom, he still managed to preserve his mobility and kept his fighting arm, his left hand had been long reduced to a bloody stump that stopped above his elbow after being used as a shield to block many blows.
Tens of weapons were sticking out from his body, turning him into a pincushion, but it seemed that none had hit vital organs, or if they did, the damage was not enough to instantly kill him when his entire being was primed towards killing the prince. He had virtually lost eighty percent of his skin, and he was just a screaming piece of meat and broken bones that refused to go down.
