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The Ylisse Knight could only catch fleeting glances of the surrounding havoc at this point, now deep involved in the combat himself. It seemed regardless of Hallen's battle rally, Reg was keen to tear the Ylissian's a new one for their supposed incompetence. This situation was turning from a crazed fight to an all-out bloodfest, with Reg aiming to be the king of it. If Hallen was going to come out of this being treated as anything worth more than a deadweight, then he had to try and turn the tides.
The myrmidon wasn't helping, much as the young man with the sword believed for himself. As the swift bladefighter wailed on Hallen, the knight brought up his monstrous shield to take the brunt of most of the blows. Try as he might, the golden-haired swordsman couldn't manage to tear at Hallen behind his great defense. Desperate to get this guy off of his case so Hallen could move onto bigger fish, the knight lunged forwaed with his shield to bash the man off balance; following through with his weight, he then swung out with his battle axe again, the edge looking to streak across the man's ribs.
Now the Pegasus Knights trying to pick off the shaman before they could pick of the foot soldiers, and said soldiers stood at odds with Reg and the myrmidons. If Reg was nothing else, he proved himself as a brutally capable warrior, and that was what seemed to be putting this battle in his favor. Even Hallen, an experienced knight himself, stood unsure of his standing chances against this beserker.
But he had to try. Otherwise, that madman was going to cleave half of the militia to pieces just by himself before anyone could subdue him- which left the rest of the attackers to force their way through. Ylisse would suffer a Pyrrhic victory, at best.
Blundering ahead with his bulky armor, Hallen hacked through a couple more shaman and another myrmidon, tanking the damage without a stop in his stride. When he hoped to be sufficiently close to hear, the towered Ylisse Knight bestowed his challenge: "REG! Come on and pick on someone your own size! You'll take this city over my dead body!"
The myrmidon wasn't helping, much as the young man with the sword believed for himself. As the swift bladefighter wailed on Hallen, the knight brought up his monstrous shield to take the brunt of most of the blows. Try as he might, the golden-haired swordsman couldn't manage to tear at Hallen behind his great defense. Desperate to get this guy off of his case so Hallen could move onto bigger fish, the knight lunged forwaed with his shield to bash the man off balance; following through with his weight, he then swung out with his battle axe again, the edge looking to streak across the man's ribs.
Now the Pegasus Knights trying to pick off the shaman before they could pick of the foot soldiers, and said soldiers stood at odds with Reg and the myrmidons. If Reg was nothing else, he proved himself as a brutally capable warrior, and that was what seemed to be putting this battle in his favor. Even Hallen, an experienced knight himself, stood unsure of his standing chances against this beserker.
But he had to try. Otherwise, that madman was going to cleave half of the militia to pieces just by himself before anyone could subdue him- which left the rest of the attackers to force their way through. Ylisse would suffer a Pyrrhic victory, at best.
Blundering ahead with his bulky armor, Hallen hacked through a couple more shaman and another myrmidon, tanking the damage without a stop in his stride. When he hoped to be sufficiently close to hear, the towered Ylisse Knight bestowed his challenge: "REG! Come on and pick on someone your own size! You'll take this city over my dead body!"
