"You are right, brother. We move!" The words acted like a trigger to Speyr and he was fired into combat. Screaming, he charged towards the village walls like a bolt of thunder. Unlike the rest however, he ran towards the wall itself. But a few steps from the palisade he drew back his sword and swung with all his might, cleaving through the stakes and creating his own entry into the village.

It was a technique Speyr had used on countless counter-raids against similar villages. Knowing the savages would run to the main gateway to provide whatever resistance they could: they wouldn't think of covering their backs, as in their minds the wall would hold. The first savage certainly had surprise etched into his face as he fell lifeless to the floor.

Three others turned to face Speyr in combat, each was armed much better than the ones sent out to meet them in the forest. The biggest carried two broadswords and had wild tattoos covering his entire upper body, face and all. He was obviously one of their oldest warriors and his skills with a blade made him a formidable foe. The situation was dire for Speyr, but he decided that surprise would win the day here.

He spun and dropped his shoulder, spinning his formidable blade around and launching it through the air at the dual-sword wielding warrior, achieving the desired effect. It swept straight through his defence and lodged in his chest. He dropped to the floor, blood pouring from the massive wound. It would have been a great moment but for the fact he was now unarmed, albeit against only two lesser savages.

The one carrying a spear thrust towards him, Speyr spun barely avoiding being skewered. The spear was thrust time and time again and Speyr was driven further backwards towards the wall behind him to avoid the blows, The spearman's sword wielding friend came along to aid cornering him, More fool them Speyr thought.

Eventually it was the wall he was driven back against that came to Speyr's aid. The savage was screaming and charging him with thrusts, driving him backwards, but he came too fast and wedged his spear in the palisade, Speyr took his momentary advantage and sent his forearm through the pole arm. The sword savage launched his own attack now, slashing down with his sword, he was met by the spear end. His surprised eyes locked with Speyrs, slowly they faded and the savage spluttered, blood trickling from his lips.

Pushing him away Speyr charged and stabbed the weapon into the leg of it's previous owner. The spear tip pierced through his thigh, smashing through the bone and seeming to sever the main artery. Thick dark red blood pulsed forth as Speyr ripped the improvised weapon out of his leg and stabbed it repeatedly into his chest until only a bloody mess remained.

Covered with blood, he stood, finally coming down from his rage induced battle lust and recognising the immediate need of his weapon. It was still wedged in the veteran savages chest and Speyr ran over to the corpse, pulling his trusted sword free. He petted it iwth a smile You never fail me. He turned, searching for Ekkil and the others: They had almost cleared the village now. Corpses of savages filled the pathways of the village and the fire was truly ablaze now, a thick black smoke bringing a darkness over the battle. He ran forth to find his comrades and more savages to kill.

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Inquisitor Lord Fyodor Karamazov
"There is no such thing as a plea of innocence in my court. A plea of innocence is guilty of wasting my time. Guilty!"