The Knights' gazes were all fixed on Reinhardt's towering back, poised and ready.
They were waiting for the signal to attack.
Holding his axe in one hand, Reinhardt resolutely took a step forward.
As the first Dragonfolk attempted to charge into the town, all eyes watched as the dark purple figure vanished like a phantom. A roaring gust of wind stirred the dust, and the heavy Giant Axe descended with devastating force!
It clove savagely into the chest of a Dragonfolk Soldier!
Bones shattered and sinews tore! Flesh and blood flew everywhere!
A faint, blood-red mist emanated from Reinhardt's body, making him look like a Blood God incarnate. He raised the Giant Axe high, the blade still impaling a Dragonfolk Soldier who wasn't quite dead, its body still writhing in agony!
Blood flowed down the axe handle onto his body, seeping into every groove of his Morphic Armor.
They faced a grand war that was almost certainly a suicide mission.
