Edmund and Fass were more composed. They directed their Personal Guards to mix in with the serf troops and methodically charge the wall, engaging the city's defenders in a chaotic melee.
Edmund wielded his Double-bladed Spear like an old farmer reaping wheat, methodically striking at the defenders' vitals. Every time Fass's Hand-Half Sword came down, it was accompanied by the agonized cries of the city guard.
The addition of the four nobles' elite forces made the already chaotic wall even bloodier.
In the breach the serfs had created, they engaged the defenders in a desperate struggle, pushing step-by-step toward the city gate.
Faced with this frenzied assault, the defenders gradually began to buckle. Their morale plummeted. A total rout was only a matter of time.
The moment Boman, Fass, Edmund, and Calvin led their Personal Guards into the breach, the tide of the entire battle turned in an instant.
