Fifty Paladins plummeted twenty feet into the pitch-black darkness of the trench.
Their magical armor was designed to deflect glancing blows and resist elemental magic. It was not designed to stop the sheer kinetic force of a three-hundred-pound man falling onto upward-facing spikes made of hyper-dense, anti-magic Star-Iron.
SCHLICK. CRUNCH.
The sound of metal puncturing metal echoed through the trench, followed instantly by a chorus of agonized screams.
Drusus was impaled through the thigh. His golden armor sparked as the Star-Iron violently rejected his holy wards, short-circuiting his magical defenses. He thrashed in the dark, blood pouring into the muddy water at the bottom of the pit.
"Form up!" Drusus screamed, his voice cracking with panic. "Light! Give me light!"
