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A hastily swung longsword collided with a powerful hand axe. The axe slid down the blade, scraping along its length until it was caught by the sword's crossguard—but what at first glance looked like a successful block meant nothing. The second axe in the dual-wielding attacker's hands came crashing down without hesitation, embedding itself into the neck of an Aleisterre soldier who had stepped forward to halt the Selwynian raider's advance.
An intermediate knight-in-training already boasted tremendous strength. The axe cleaved through flesh with terrifying ease, lodging itself in the gap between the bones of the soldier's spine.
The raider's expression didn't change as he wrenched the axe, splitting the vertebrae at the seam. He yanked it free.
The soldier, his neck severed, didn't have the luxury of feeling any pain before his body collapsed. He collapsed into the chaos of the battlefield littered with burning embers from the mass Meteor spells.
The raider let out a furious roar. Clad in barely any armor, the Selwynian shock troops were the fiercest linebreakers of all.
Having dispatched their initial targets, they ignored the encroaching Aleisterre infantry and launched another fearless charge toward their next victim.
And when a dual-wielding berserker chose a target, that target's fate was all but sealed.
There was a standard countermeasure against these raiders: the targets were supposed to purge themselves of fear and sacrifice...
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