Michael jumped into the fray, quickly arriving at the melee. He quickly blended in with one of the many soldiers, taking his place by their side. Yet it was clear he was in a league of his own. Avoiding the spike wall, he knocked a spear to the side with his sword, ducked and stabbed forward. Pulling the blade out, he saw the crimson blood coating it.
A couple of templars blocked him with their shields, but Michael ignored them, moving forward once more. His eyes scanned around. The spike walls were hardly a threat; they were just an annoyance now. "PULL THEM OUT!" Calling to the men behind who had yet to join the battle, he refocused on the enemy in front.
Knocking another spear away, he stepped back, avoiding a second attack. Hitting the spearhead down with his gauntlet, he stepped atop it, holding it down for an easy kill. His sword stabbed forward, but bounced off a shield that moved quickly to protect the man.
