With the Rubicon already having been crossed, the crowd collided with the remaining soldiers like a wave crashing against a crumbling wall. Shouts and screams filled the air as desperation and rage overwhelmed whatever will to fight those few dozens of soldiers had, getting slaughtered where they stood.
An infantry-man raised his spear defensively, but a man armed with a dagger darted under it, driving the blade into the soldier's unprotected thigh. The soldier stumbled with a cry, only to be set upon by two others who wrestled him to the ground, their daggers flashing mercilessly.
Nearby, another soldier swung his sword wildly, backing away as a woman with a wooden club studded with nails lunged at him. Her first strike glanced off his helmet, but the second found his shoulder, the nails biting through the chainmail. He screamed as she yanked the club free and swung again, this time connecting with his temple, sending him sprawling and dead.
