The soldiers behind the halberds were ready. One man hooked Elgon's blade with the beak of his halberd and immediately stepped forward, crowding the older knight's space while the man beside him thrust with the point of his halberd, aimed at the gap between Elgon's chainmail coif and his chin.
Elgon twisted aside, catching the thrust on the flat of his own blade and turning it past his body, but the movement cost him his balance, and the first man used the beak of his halberd once again, this time catching Elgon behind the knee, where he had only thick, quilted layers of fabric to protect his vulnerable joint.
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The sound of fabric tearing felt all too loud in the crowded hallway. Several layers of quilted armor parted before the sharp point of the halberd's beak, but somehow, the inner layers of the fabric held, preventing the polearm from severing the tendons of Elgon's knee.
