Turan cleaved into a cultist with a mighty roar. Baebiana was still giving speeches while the battle raged around them. "Speeches are for before the battle is fought and when they're won!" There was a brief lull in the combat giving Turan a chance to take in his surroundings. Around him the soldiers were still fighting, as if a slave fighting better than them would be a blow to their honor. A call for shields came and with a mighty grunt the wall was formed. But two bullets found their way through. One grazed his right leg and the other buried itself in his left side. Turan grunted as pain ripped through his body. "So this is what those measly guns can do?" They quartorc roared and pounded his chest when the line moved forward, not slowed in the slightest.
A larger cultist pushed his way through their line and Turan turned to face him. Gripping his axe, ignoring the blood dripping from his wounds, he charged. Turan brought his axe across in a wide swipe but it was back stepped. That's when he noticed the spear that was thrust at him. Stepping to the side he grabbed the spear's shaft with his left hand. The cultist tried to pull his weapon free. But Turan pulled harder. The cultist crashed into Turan's shoulder and was hit in the gut with the tip of the axe. Using the other end of the blade he pulled out the cultist's feet sending him to his back. With his right hand he brought the blade back down on his opponent's chest several times. Blood splattered everywhere, coating Turan's armor.
Taking in the area around him he saw Emma about to be attacked by another cultist. He didn't know how he got through, he wasn't big enough to break a shield wall. But it didn't matter. Turning the spear around in his hand he threw it with all his might. The cultist went down in a crumpled heap and Turan returned to reinforcing the line as they charged. Anyone who even thought of trying to get past met swift death at the hand's of his stolen weapon. One cultist came flying out of the air, possibly thrown by a fellow cultist in a desperate attempt to get a body behind the line. Turan lined up his swing, hacking the cultist into two separate upper and lower pieces.
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