He peeked around the corner. Aldric counted four footmen, and a fifth heavily armored knight. He still didn't believe what was happening, his home afire, his brother's wife and son dead, killed in cold blood, and his father missing. Aldric wanted revenge, and he would to do anything to get it. He grabbed the blade off his back, took a deep breath and charged into the fray.
The first soldier tried to shield bash him but Aldric ducked and ran him through, the man gasped, trying to breath. Aldric turned around to see one of his soldier's die, head crushed in by the knight's hammer. A fit of rage took ahold of Aldric as whipped around and kicked the knight, knocked him on his ass. The knight rolled, and crawled away, trying to stand up and fend off his assailant. Aldric turned the blade in his hand, brought the blade up, and felt a sting, he turned to see one of Howe's man looking giddy, with his blade in Aldric's hip. He grabbed the man by his throat and crushed his larynx, dropped the man and turned to see a hammer heading straight for his head, he brought his blade up to parry. His sword snapped in half, numbing his arm. He dropped, and grabbed the blade fragment and thrusted it into the knight's visor. Blood sprayed as the man screamed grabbing at his face, Aldric fell down, grasping his hip, trying to staunch the bleeding.
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