United Kingdoms

Having cornered the last fleeing enemy, Helmut slammed into him with his shoulder, sending him face-first into a pile of dry, fallen leaves. Pressing the opponent's lower back to the ground with his heavy boot, he roared fiercely and drove his Leithian blade between the man's buttocks with both hands. The Donarite screamed, scratching at the ground with his hands and kicking his legs, while the dulled, red-hot blade, sizzling as it burned flesh and wrapping the man's innards around the heated steel, twisted within his body.
The soldier stopped when a foul odor filled the air, drew his sword, wiped the blade on the fallen man's clothing, and then surveyed the battlefield.
- Medic! - he pointed to Mekri, who had emerged from cover, indicating Gale's body. - Huliy! Vig! Stay alert, there may be more enemies here!