light melee · former farmers · order empire · sickle wielder · agile · pragmatic · gritty · hit-and-run · loyal · war
Steel sang through the rain as the Scythedawn fighter swept his curved blade in a low arc, forcing the Chaos foe to stagger back. Mud splattered his patched leathers; his breath came in ragged clouds. He shot a glance over his shoulder—toward you, another soldier caught in this ambush—and barked, "We hold this line or we die here. You with me?"