Ogdol Chev refused to let the killer leave. He waited, grim and stone-faced, watching as her eyes shifted to the bridge just a few feet behind him. It was the only way out. Also near the bridge and lying on the ground was Ogdol's fellow crusader, Katia, fallen in the line of duty.
Allowing the amazon to escape simply wasn't an option here. When she finally did try to rush past him, he quickly stepped to the side and blocked her path with his kite shield, lashing out with a flail at the same time.
The flail's bulbous, spiked headpiece cracked loudly against the side of her winged helmet. As the amazon's arms went slack and both the labrys and the crescent shield fell from her grip, Ogdol wasted no time with defense.
He swung low and wrapped the flail's chain around her leg, then pulled. His opponent fell flat to her back, where she seemed to regain enough awareness to realize what was happening, which was quite unfortunate. In instances such as this, Ogdol knew, the bliss of ignorance tends to work as a blessing.
He briefly wondered what he must have looked like from the ground as he swung the heavy flail around in small, steady circles to gain momentum for a finishing blow. In her final moments, the amazon reached out and pleaded with Ogdol to spare her life, and the idea danced across his mind for the briefest of moments. But then he noticed Katia out of the corner of his eye.
With a low growl, Ogdol leaned back and threw the flail as high as he could without releasing the haft before slamming its iron headpiece down onto the amazon's face. Two more crusaders, Jethro and Samuel, came running across the bridge just moments later, but it was too late. Samuel dropped to his knees. Jethro stood there in silence. Their beloved sister, Katia the Brave, was gone.
No amount of slain amazons would ever bring her back.