"Kill them all! Show them no mercy!"
Dame Sybyll's anguished order fell on Captain Ultrech's ears like a clap of thunder echoing across the Stoney Moor of his birth. There was fury and pain in that order, and there wasn't a single soldier among Ultrech's men who didn't share in the agony of a homeland that rejected them.
"Formation!" Ultrech shouted, raising his ax high as he stood before his soldiers. "Twin Tusks! Forward! Trample them down!"
In an instant, fifty men moved as one, arranging themselves into two columns two men wide with their strongest warrior at the point of each 'tusk.' It was a movement of precision and focus that even the well-trained soldiers of the Temple Guard would struggle to match because it was born of far more than simple training.
