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One of the archers fell dead. "Not him," Tannhauser thought.
- At the next one! - a voice was heard.
Tannhauser 26-
- And another!
Tannhauser 24-
- All at once!!
Tannhauser 12------
- Hit him! With the ballista!
Tannhauser 2-
All that remained was to approach and finish him off, and here, a short elf archer approaches the lying, bloodied Tannhauser, takes out a dagger and...

He turned his face away from the fountain of blood and drew his sword to block the blow of a yatagan from above, simultaneously raising his head and feeling for support with his feet, he struck the crest of his morion in the face of the new opponent. Blood and sweat splattered; he quickly struck with a mace, still holding it close to the head, plunged a pike into the chin from below and heard the crunch of bone; the man writhed, like a tuna on a harpoon, blood gushed from his nostrils and eye sockets. Tangheiser, using his new victim as a shield, rushed into the general melee. While Turkish blades cut off the arms of the dead man sticking on the pike, Matthias wielded a Milanese sword. Here, steel scraped against chainmail - the sword pierced someone's stomach and hit the spine. He pulled out the sword, inhaled and exhaled through clenched teeth, threw the riddled, armless body of the man to the faltering feet of the next opponent, who staggered and fell on all fours. Tangheiser gripped the mace closer to the end of the handle, struck and killed him with one blow. Protruding blades entered the skull from the back, staining the white hat red.