Rinack, soon his strength returned.
"Rusty...but the scraping of steel, wares away at rust..." he thinks, as he pushes himself forward with the tide of fools he was using for shields. He moved to-

"Look at him...just like his father....." A voice sneered in his mind. "Pathetic...and weak..."

Rinack's eyes went wide. The memories of the past were flooding in again. He knew it would happen, but this fast? This soon? No, he won't let it stop him. Now again.
Rinack, his will hardened, the rage he felt taking away the tired ache in his bones, pushes forward though the barbarians, raining green fire down upon the foolish imperials. When he reached the large metal wall, the wall of shields.

"A shield, is a wall of weak metal, held by a strong man. The best way though a shield, is to target those behind them. Not with blows, but with fear.".

And so, Rinack did. As men retreated behind this wall of steel, Rinack set them ablaze with his spells, and stole their lives without a second thought. Their life energy tasted sweet, yet metallic...like blood. He savored the taste, as he went about his rampage, making sure to target those feeling, over those who were fighting. Once in a while, he would use a body a shield, hoisting them into the air with an arm, dropping them when the volley of arrows stopped. He seemed...unstoppable.