No steel could touch him as he moved through the battle. Men packed in tight combat,yet moved between them with ease. His left blade eviscerating one as his right removed the head of another.
Spinning he brought his left blade down upon the left collar bone of one man exiting just under his right rib cage. Crouching as he finished his spin,he brought his right blade up catching the next man in the groin. Standing he brought the blade up to the mans heart and pulled free. On he continued like a dancer in a ballet.
For Galen time stretched out for eternity. The men around him seemed to move in slow motion. They didn't,it was just his speed and the speed at which his mind processed events. His awareness and instinct guided his movement. Swing,step,spin crouch,over and over as he moved through out the advancing army. The battlefield strewn with with bodies and the earth soaked with blood.
Galen could feel each time one of his men fell to the enemy and it spurned him on. Ten of them to one of his...