He ordered the doors to the city open as they heard the marching feet of the Krolians. He smiled as he drew his blade.

“Men, lets see what these Krolians wusses have in them!” He yelled behind him. With a battle cry, mirrored by his soldiers, he ran down the plain toward the Krolian line, which bristled with spear tips.

Yeah, he knew it wasn’t the brightest thing to do, but what fun is there if there wasn’t the prospect of danger?

As he neared he brushed a spear tip to his right and jabbed his blade down the throat of the Krolian. He pulled it free and slashed one to his right then his left, as his men joined him in the fray. Ratharius became a whirlwind of destruction. Gore flew from his blade as they fell before him. He even laughed at times the rush of battle pumping gratuitous amounts of blood through his body.

Yet soon their powerful push slowed and quickly died. Not good. In minutes of the charge his men fell where the stood cut down quickly. Ratharius slashed his foes, knew that he wouldn’t last.