His old hands gripped Kee's main and pulled him back up as hell fell on the sea of horses. The Romans in their towers rained fire down upon Karuk's men. The sound of horses screaming wailed through the air with the constant whipping of a near miss by countless arrows. Back on Kee, Karuk saw his men soon to flee, he let out a mighty below and charged Kee at their gates. The men seeing Karuks grey main in the darkness followed as the hysteria turned into fluid movement. His blood was dripping from his arms, collecting on his old hands and dripping down Kees neck, the fall was costly. Karuk rode in-front, beyond any man twice younger, he cut down any in his wake. The Romans foolish enough to give chase had left the battered gate open. Clear from the lines now, quick to the breach before it is plugged with infantry Karuk thought. A arrow pierced him above waist, yet on he road through the hail, then another caught him in the shoulder, and another, and another. Karuks men turned at the slaughter around him as he looked down at the arrow in his side. His fabled armor had been pierced, his strength was gone, Kee soon fell. As, karuk hit the soft ground, he lay staring at his family ingrained in his armor their faces ruined by the arrows soon to take him.
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