Seeing them still charging fearlessly, his eyes narrowed. "Then die!" He charged straight at them, lowering his shoulder like a battering ram.
Boom! The collision was tremendous.
Currway's bulk, nine feet of muscle, slammed into the shield wall. The front line buckled as shields cracked under the impact, and yet, they held.
But they held.
Currway's eyes went wide. There was no way! THIS bunch of weaklings?! He swung his other arm one of them, immediately disbalancing his victim as he crushed him under meat paste under the weight of his own shield.
Yet killing one meant nothing when there were thirty holding on against them.
Ryan was in the center of the formation, his own shield braced against Currway. He ordered those around him. "Hold! Don't any of you dare give a single inch! Lean into your shields!"
"Kill!" The warriors behind the front line jabbed with spears and swords through gaps in the shields, striking at Currway's legs and lower body.
