As soon as he saw the flash of blue and gold zoom under and between the legs of the ogre, Zell knew what was up. Two seconds later and the massive beast was going down like a felled tree in a forest, MacKensie surfing the ogres head to the ground and Zell carefully avoiding being flattened.
As always, the synchronicity of the duo from Europe was on point. MacKensie repeater-fired off a half-dozen shots while Zell dislodged The Black Sword from the ogre ribs. Black blood burst forth as the blade came free, and the dark ichor whipped into the air as Zell swung the instant he could, delivering a mean parry that took one knight completely off balance. Zell was able to kill an orc in quick succession, skewer the off-balance knight and leave The Black Sword in the body, trading his weapon for the dead knight's polearm, transitioning into a new fighting style and stance suitable for the longer weapon.
Bolts flew over his shoulder, Zell having no fear whatsoever that the French sharpshooter would mistakenly hit him. Hell; he'd felt the wind of more than one bolt of hers whistle past his ear. Miss Stiff-as-a-Plank could certainly be mischievous when she wanted to be. No, he feared not, merely focusing on the sweeps and swings of the polearm in his hands as he wielded it expertly against his foes, in perfect concert with the Frenchwoman behind him.
"Are you okay?" MacKensie asked him, over his shoulder.
"On top of the world, doll!" he replied cheerfully as he fought. "Ppreciate the assistance."
"Alright, good luck."
Between the length of the polearm and MacKensie's shooting, the two had managed to create a slither of breathing space by the time MacKensie departed. Zell was about to get The Black Sword back from the corpse next to him, but not before, "James!" He threw the polearm like a javelin in the direction of his best friend, where two orcs had gotten through their defence and were charging the back line. The flying polearm was a one-shot kill, leaving only a single orc for James to deal with, which would be no problem for cleric, considering how the Mexicano handled his anchor.
Zell repositioned himself back in line with Barracker, but edged a little closer to James, to narrow the gap where the two orcs had broken through.
"Hey, mate!" he shouted. "How about these fucking ogres, eh... reminds me of the day we met. I'm feeling a little Bro-mantic, right now! Ha!"
...
The Lions were not close to the breach that had manifested in the Bazaar, but as soldiers on the ground and archers on the rooftops turned their attention to plugging the gap, the defence in the Lions' vicinity had thinned and things became tougher. Everyone was exhausted by this point. There'd been no real rest since the early hours of the morning when the sirens went off. First, the run across the city to get to the wall and form up. Then the fighting which felt like hours. Then the run back across the city to retreat to the Bazaar. Now, endless skeletons and zombies. It was, for most of the block, a new experience that had sapped their mental and physical energy dry.
Mistakes were bound to happen.
With the orcs, goblins and corrupted tribesmen, it was at least a proper fight, with both friend and foe trying to attack and defend - hit and not get hit. These skeletons cared nothing for their own safety! Which, in one way, made them easier to kill. But in another way, made it so much more dangerous because any little cut or bite or punch they could manage, they'd risk life and limb for. And no matter how many you killed, more took their place and they were not perturbed or deterred in any way, shape or form.
All it took was a single break in concentration and an injury was sustained. Lions were dead on the floor amidst the pile of twice-dead skeletons. The piles of corpses messed the battle lines up. Skeletons would sometimes look dead, but then strike a Lions' foot with their sword and the result was usually death.
Slowly but surely, the numbers of the Lions dwindled. But they died fighting for Valhiem. Ares, God of Fighting, would be proud. As were the brothers they fought alongside.