Yet he leapt anyway. He leapt off his back foot with such force, that even as the Horned Goblins tried to gloat their almost certain victory, there was a hint of anxiousness in their movements, as they hurriedly tried to respond to the speed at which the attack had come.
Three points neared Beam's chest, as he lunged at them, his sword arm just behind him, and a monstrous scowl on his face.
"ARCHERS! LEFT FLANK! FIRE!" The officer ordered hurriedly – even the soldiers were thoroughly put off by Beam's reckless attack. Some even looked away. They'd seen men charge at the spear wall more than once – more often than not, it was their own spear wall that the enemy flung themselves on.