I am the world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
-Search and Destroy, The Stooges
He wielded a dirk in either hand, punching the steel into the unprotected necks and eyes of heavily armored men. Wex wore nothing but chainmail over his doublet, a half helm, and boiled leather greaves. Though not as protective, It was easier to move quickly in light armor than it was in the steel that others wore. Steel armor had several weak points, and though it varied for suite to suite, it was typically the joints. He'd put a dirk through three men's necks and sliced the tendon behind the knees of five men. An elephantine man not five paces away stood with his back to him, pounding way at some mountain tribesman. He seized the opening, running over the now flatly packed and blood stained snow with as much ease as a fish through water.
He missed. Wex watched in horror as the Liddle fell lifeless to the ground, helm smashed in as flesh, blood, brain and bone spread around his head like a crown of death.
He felt more than saw the mace come down hard on his shoulder, instantly shattering the bone on contact and driving the metal of his chain mail into his skin. He felt tears well up in his eyes.
The force of the blow alone was enough to knock him to his knees, and Wex found himself on his ass, helm lost somewhere in the maelstrom of death, scrambling back from the oversized Frey. He felt his hand drag through the viscera of a gutted Northerner, blood soaking through his leather gloves.
It was one of the few times he was grateful he had no voice. I will not die screaming. Dirks gone and left arm destroyed, he sneered up at the man, waiting for the mace to crush his skull. I will die with no sword in my hand. The man let out a howl as he raised the mace.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to look death in the face when it took him. But he saw no drowned God. No Stranger. No fire God. Instead he saw steel in the man's neck. A boy no older than fifteen clad in mismatched armor stood over him, longsword lodged deep in the man's half decapitated neck. Pod.
