[@noodles]
There is a sharp cry from the front lines as Klaus' sword pierces through one of the bandits chest. She look at Klaus for a moment, her confusion mirrored on the faces of the two other men flanking her. She drops like a dead weight, sinking to the ground as men, in chaotic unison, swing wildly at the girl. 

[@Raineh Daze]
The shieldwall seems to hold, albiet barely. What these men lack in precision in their swings, they seem to make up for in unrivaled fervor. A pair of large woman bare down on the shield wall eyes bloodshot with maddness, towing with them equally immense mauls. They slam into a lone knight on the shieldwall, the sound of bone and steel crumpling ringing staccato in the chorus of guttural woops. The duo rush through, leaving the gap to be further expanded by their companions as they rush the small silver haired woman, heedless of the waiting blade.

[@TheFake]
[b]Indrau[/b]
The man recoils, hissing loudly through his teeth as his now severed hand flops to the ground, glaring daggers at Indrau. He takes a few experimental swipes at the elderly man testing his guard, seemingly only minor inconvenienced by his sudden asymmetry. The man wheels suddenly, the pummel of the spear slamming into the side of the elderly lion's knee, the man quickly jerking back to prepare for a finishing stab. 

[b]Salz[/b]
The spear strikes true, stapling the crazed man to the canyon wall. He screams obscenities about the spears mother and her relationship with live stock. That said, he was doing moderately better than the men currently with in arms reach of the giant, caught in a semi-permanent limbo of being thrown to the ground by the spear and raising again, only freed by a merciful albiet occasional, stab from knights passerby.  There is the twang of steel once more as arrows whiz by the giant woman, the archers evidentally deciding her to be a fine target.