"Fire!"
Boom! Crash!
Amid debris and falling rubble, Sir Lexington and Sir Koth were the first ones through the breach. The vikings were upon them instantly.
"Fiat lux!" Sir Lexington yelled as he tossed a clay pot at their feet.
"Oh! Ahh! Raugh!" the vikings seemed to scream in unison as it exploded in a brilliant flash.
Still blinded, they were too slow to react when the warden pair raised their swords. Lexington cut down the first two, but the third viking foot soldier had regained his bearings and brought his own blade to bear. It was in vain. The moment he attempted to avenge his fallen comrades, Sir Koth stepped in and parried the attack. Lexington lifted his blade both he and Koth thrust forth. Both of their swords impaled the viking through the torso.
As he fell, lifeless, a final challenger stood before the two knights. A large tomahawk was gripped in each of his hands. A crazed, wild, almost intoxicated expression was on his face. Heaven only knew what was on his mind, but it couldn't be anything good
A/N:
Green Package
Good evening ladies and gentlemen! My apologies for the late chapter. Tonight was a work night and I had to close. Please forgive me!