Keryn raised her swords and brought them down hard into the back of the weeping knight in front of her. They cleaved deep into his flesh, cutting cleanly through his leather back-plate with little resistance. Hot arterial spray drenched her, filling her eyes and mouth. She spat and wiped her face with the grimy sleeve of her tunic. The metallic taste of her victim’s blood danced on her tongue and her heart pounded as she turned to find the next one. here were plenty to choose from, Knights of Law, piety washed away in the visceral horror of it all, Life Paladins with sickened, wretched expressions, even Amrothians with deep-rooted sadness in their eyes. The Light Alliance. Their foolish weakness was showing through, as their righteousness was crushed by the Dark Armies. Grim determination
