"DIEEE!" A man shouted as his hammer slammed into the side of an enemy soldier, the sickening crunch of bones shattering under the brutal impact echoing through the din of battle. The soldier collapsed, lifeless, but he barely spared a glance at the dying men before he bellowed once more.
"To the gate!" he shouted, rallying his men. "Break it down! Forward!"
The man had short brown hair, his locks damp with sweat beneath his helm, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with determination as he led his men forward. The night was thick with tension, but his gaze never faltered, fixed on the gate ahead. His helmet, dented from past battles, bore the proud crest of House Retioa engraved on the front, symbolizing his house.
