[Not taking the chance of waiting for more reinforcements to arrive, Jack sprung forward. The sword cut easily down the shoulder and into the chest of a soldier who had hesitated before striking. The sounds around him were a whirl of battle, steel, and shouts as he parried several attacks and countered with brutal lethality. Even as warm blood spilled down the blade and onto the ground, a cool clarity still filled his mind. The leaders of the pack were his destination, and he would be damned if the greener soldiers were to stop him.]
[Any day, Offensive Front]