I jumped off the horse and slapped his ass, making him take off. An enemy roared and sped to me, his axe in his hand. I ducked his s***h, making him lose his balance. Slashing his back without locking eyes with him, I rolled my wrist, the sword circling the air.
Thunderous yells of soldiers conquered the earth, slashes, and clanks in the air. A Galian who was a few inches taller than me grunted as he marched to me. His thick blonde brows locked and his long bushy beard ran to his chest. Most of the Galians had hair this long.
"You bastard Dalfean!" He launched at me, his muscles flexing.
I burnt out my sword and decided to fight him without it to make the natch fair. He had no weapon. I took a stance, my arms spread out before me. As he approached, I quickly caught his shoulders and bum
