Soon the King's forces were backing us up in the tight melee of conflict, which was to our advantage when facing giants. The less room a giant had to fight with, the more easily they fell to our blades. In close conflict their giant spears and swords were of no help to them, even as our quicker blades flashed repeatedly into their tough hides and bled them dry.
The walls overrun and all the gates open to our combined forces, our complete annihilation of the city began. Not one of the mixed bloods was permitted to live. Neither were their livestock, which they often copulated with, allowed to live. There would be no spoil taken of this city either. Instead, the fire would cleanse all until only the rocks remained.
My swords dripping with blood, I found my way past the few remaining scenes of open conflict to an area relatively free of the bodies of the fallen. Shoving my swords into the ground I knelt and as was my custom I prayed. I prayed a prayer of thankfulness to El Elyon that the city had fallen at the loss of far fewer men than I had expected.
There were reports from many of how, on the approach to the city, the enemy's arrow shafts had been blown off course by sudden breezes and how, once inside, the giants had seemed to be sluggish and far from the berserking wrath that legends were full of.
It was a miracle and the knowledge that I could now go to my family eased the built up tension surrounding my heart.
"Sir!"
Glancing up, I saw a high ranking Knight of our allies of Smirnaz. He looked very shaken and for a moment I thought the battle had taken a turn for the worse in my brief absence. One quick look confirmed otherwise though.
The Knight was speaking, "The King has fallen! He bids you come quickly!"
I got up, leaving my swords in my haste to follow the other man. Near where the gate had been broken in was a tight pressed knot of Knights, which made way before me as I came closer.
The King had indeed fallen. He was transfixed to the ground by a giant spear that gored him completely through his middle. The only way he was still alive was that the shaft of the spear must've formed a tight seal to help hold in his blood. Even so he was near death.
I knelt down beside him and his hand reached up to grip the back of my head, my helmet having fallen off some time previously in the fight for the city.