General Maren Ravenshade, distant relative of Duke Tharion Ravenshade and his two sisters, Queen Morgana Ravenshade and Adamantite adventurer Lilith Ravenshade, pulled his blade out of the dwarven officer's throat and let the body drop.
Blood covered his gauntlets up to the forearm. The elven rogue who'd tried to flank him during the kill lay three paces behind, her head separated from her shoulders by a backswing she'd never seen coming. Her body was still twitching, fingers curling around a dagger that would never find its mark.
General Maren wiped his blade on the dead dwarf's beard and barked at his lieutenant. "Push through! Their line's buckling on the left! Get the third company into that gap before they reinforce!"
