Chapter Twelve
Screams echoed all around her, swords clashed together, horses reared and bucked throwing their riders through the air. A body thudded into the ground before her feet, her hands were slick with blood and even more blood coated her sword and armour. Men and women lay dieing all around her but still she kept on fighting, kept on killing. She stuck down man after man, woman after woman, she tried not to look into the faces of the dead lest she recognise some of them, she could see her comrades fighting alongside her out the corner of her eye, one after the other they fell never to rise again. Death was all around.