Süke POV
The garrison archer had dropped his bow somewhere and had a short blade in both hands when Süke came at him along the walkway.
The walkway was narrow enough that there was no good way forward. The timber planks moved under each step, no stability to push from, and on either side there was nothing but the drop into the city interior or the drop down the earthwork's outer face.
The archer understood this, he'd been on this walkway for weeks. He had his back to the outer rail and he was making Süke come to him, which was not a poor idea given the circumstances.
Süke came in low, the man swiped right and the blade went past Süke's shoulder. There was no room for a full swing at this distance.
Süke drove into him with his shoulder while the man's arm was still extended and put the saber in at the armpit, driving upward. He felt it stop against something and pushed until it wouldn't go further.
