Ren let out a scream that tore from his chest like a beast finally breaking free.
It was raw and furious, rising above the pounding of hooves and the beating of war drums.
He wasn't alone. The Ross and Underwood forces were around him, their collective voices rising in a wall of sound that echoed across the fields.
His father, Abram Ross, led the charge, the legendary blade Freedom in his grip. The whole army followed his lead, the wind tugging at his cloak as they rushed towards the barbarian horde pouring through the torn barrier.
Then the tide hit.
Knights and soldiers slammed into the barbarian ranks like a wave of flesh and blood.
Steel met bone, weapons sang as they cut through the air, and blood sprayed.
Freedom glowed faintly in Abram's grip as he carved through the first line of warriors. One Druid, snarling from atop her bear, swung down her axe at him.
He formed into lightning as the axe passed through him, reformed, and severed the woman from shoulder to hip.
