Here is a sample from Numen the Slayer:
On the outskirts of the battle, Baron Ubba and four of his knights were surrounded by corpses and broken weapons. The baron limped through the carnage as he clutched a wound on his right side while using his battle ax as a cane. Meanwhile, two of his knights were guarding his flanks while the other two were leaning on each other for support. As they continued to wander through their insane surroundings, Ubba ground his teeth with frustrated anger while contemplating how the battle had turned against them so suddenly.
“How could this have happened? We had the Letums right where we wanted them, and that rabble took us by surprise with that dragon. Now the siege is broken, and we are doomed!” Ubba growled.
Patting his liege on the shoulder, one of the knights assured, “Just keep moving, My Lord. We will return to Chainhorn Castle and regroup.”
The five men stopped in their tracks when they heard growling behind them. Stiffly turning, they saw two war wolves glaring at them with hungry eyes. The beasts’ muzzles and paws were stained with blood. For a long moment, Ubba and his knights stared at the wolves as they waited for someone to make the first move.
Then the wolves lunged at Ubba and his men. The wounded knights were quickly taken down and ripped apart while the able-bodied knights cut the wolves down with their swords. However, as Ubba watched the skirmish, his wounds acted up, and he grunted with discomfort. Ubba was barely able to maintain his footing even when he used his ax as a cane. Once he regained his breath, Ubba and his surviving knights resumed their efforts to flee the battle.
“Leaving so soon, My Lord?” asked a voice behind Ubba and his knights.
The three men turned around to find Clovis, Joe, and Tristan standing before them. Clovis wore his horned great helm while his war hammer was drenched in the blood of his enemies. Tristan gripped his katzbalger with a tight grip, ready to engage his new enemies. Joe held both of his kukris with anticipation, glaring at his prey with hungry anticipation.
“Leave me alone!” Ubba demanded fiercely.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, My Lord. Our orders are to keep anyone from escaping the true Emperor’s judgment,” Clovis explained.
Sneering, Joe added, “Plus, if we take out one of the leaders of the king’s army, our new friend Numen might reward us handsomely for your head.”
“Get out of my way, boys!” Ubba ordered, gripping his ax handle tightly.
“We will not, My Lord! You sided with King Robar! That makes you the true Emperor’s enemy and will be treated accordingly!” Tristan affirmed.
Ubba’s two knights charged at their new opponents with desperate ferocity. Tristan deflected his enemy’s sword before cleaving his chest open with his katzbalger. Meanwhile, Joe effortlessly sliced through the right hip of his adversary with one kukri before slitting his throat with the other. Joe and Tristan displayed lethal precision as they dispatched their opponents.
Lifting his battle ax, Ubba bellowed with rage and charged at Clovis. However, Clovis countered by swinging his war hammer into Ubba’s sternum, causing a geyser of blood to burst out of Ubba’s mouth. After that blow, Baron Ubba was dead before he limply hit the ground.
Shrugging his shoulders, Joe said, “Well that’s the end of that. Let’s hope Numen rewards us after this chore.”
“You and me both, Joe,” Tristan agreed.
Scoffing, Clovis countered, “Bah! It’s not about the rewards. The only reward I want is the thrill of this epic battle! Now let’s get back and kill some more of these suckers!”
With their foes beaten, Clovis, Tristan, and Joe turned on their heels and returned to the fray.