Magnus felt his world freeze as he watched Octavius lead the charge to break through his final defence. The idea to flee had come to mind, but he realised it would have made no difference. He was the last line of defence. Nothing was there to hold back his enemy when they chased him. Pulling his sword, his eyes chilled as he stared Octavius down.
Magnus stepped forward and swung toward Octavius from above. The general lifted his shield to block and pushed Magnus's attack away, jabbing forward, straight at Magnus's stomach. His sword pierced through Magnus's wooden shield, lodging itself in.
