The Fight Outside, Part Four

Upon my shout, I crashed into the enemy ranks with a quillbeast's momentum. My whirling flail smashed several dozen helmets and heads as I pushed forward.

"GODDAMMIT! Kill h-!" a guard began to bellow. His words ceased when a crunch followed my flail as it burrowed into his skull. My force carried it forward, tearing it and a portion of his face free. 

All that remained of the man's nose was a pit of blood and torn cartilage.

"AGHHHHH!" he flew before falling to the ground in front of me. "OH GOD IT HURTS!"

I maintained my rush forward, tramping over him with no hesitation. The weight of my armor made my stomps lethal, and the crack of his bones beneath my heels sounded as I readied to confront whoever else crossed my path.

Likewise, the rest of those opposing my advance failed in their attempts.