I drove the spear point of my halberd into the belly of the guardsman whose head hung limp, then dragged him out into the crossroads. The startled crossbowmen fired, but the bolts struck the guardsman's back and did me no harm at all.
Ducking as low as I could, I shoved the guardsman-turned-shield forward with all my strength, advancing right up to the crossbowmen's line. Then in one motion I kicked the body off the spear.
The blood-soaked corpse crashed into the crossbowmen.
For a moment their movements slowed.
And then the halberd, swung horizontally like a spinning windmill, cut across the faces left exposed by the crossbowmen's open helmets. The spear point grazed them cruelly. Behind the crossbowmen falling with screams, a long pike shot out.
But it slid off my armor and missed.
I brought the halberd down and shattered the pike in an instant. The axe blade, swung with centrifugal force, flew at the startled pikemen's faces. Crunch! Their faces were crushed to pulp.
