The Writers' Circle

Part 2 

Carin swung his great sword, shearing a hole in the light chain mail armor of his enemy. The Rhodok knight fell to his knees as he screamed with his last breath. Carin sidestepped a large spear and drove his sword home into it's owner. Carin looked through the grate on his helmet and saw Conquest as he danced past enemies cutting large gashes in their bodies. Conquest was wearing only his long black monk's robe and a black hood but he didn't get cut by the enemy glaives and spears that dropped down on him. Carin dodged a razor sharp glaive and swung at the owner, slicing into his ribcage. 
Conquest's mind was racing. He had to keep moving past the knights and spearmen that were slashing at him. He parried with his bastard sword catching a spearman in his stomach. The man looked surprised and fell to the ground. Conquest looked at him briefly before he moved onward to the next enemy. 
They charged through the wave of Rhodoks quickly with a flash of blades and the dull ring of metal hitting metal. Conquest was twirling his blade expertly, cleaving past enemies without making sure they were gone. Carin heaved his heavy sword like a column of steel and made a path of torn bodies, leading the rest of the army in behind him. 
The Black Empire had a mix of soldiers from all of the kingdoms in it's ranks. The most prominent being the Swadians, who had been first conquered and added to Conquest's reign. They became proud soldiers of The Black Empire and were the first to charge into battle next to their leader. Next was the Nords who wielded fearsome axes that were often thrown with deadly precision. 
Conquest was proud of his army but chose not to partake in most battles. When he did the soldiers were rallied and fought harder in front of their master. They rarely lost, most of the time they had numbers that were rarely seen in a march. Conquest could bolster most men's courage in order to fight for him. 
Carin swung hard with the flat of his sword knocking a spearman to the ground. He ran past and saw what he had feared. His enemy had actually come down to partake in the battle. Lord Nealcha, the last remaining Rhodok lord, was moving towards him. He was wearing heavy chain mail as he marched toward Carin. He bent and picked up a glaive and setting his eyes on Carin. 

End of Part 2