Chapter 34: Spartacus
The man didn’t have the height of Riven’s undead, but his armor had been specially crafted to cover his muscular form. He carried a large metal shield on his back and a big sword, but it was the weapon in his hands that made soldiers avoid him.
Chains wrapped around his hand, the ends fitted with sharp hooks that were heavy with blood and pieces of hair.
He was a soldier from the Roman army, one of their berserkers, and his red-tainted eyes locked on Riven’s undead. The chain man raised his right hand and brought it down.
The chain wrapped around it snapped forward, creating a thwack sound as it blurred through the air faster than ordinary eyes could track.
But the chain wasn’t targeted at Riven’s undead directly. No, the chain man let the hook fly past his target before he snapped it back and reeled it in with force. The hook would then take the target from the back of the neck, opening their skull. The whole process wouldn’t take more than a minute.
It was an effective method that he had been using so far, and a successful one too, earning him his title as one of the powerful berserkers of the Roman army.
But this time, things didn’t work as expected. The hook flew past his target, but Riven was standing behind his undead, and he slapped the chain away.
At the same time, his undead dropped its axe and reached out to the chain after a command from Riven. It then jerked the chain forward, drawing the surprised chain man toward them.
Riven jumped out from behind. "Another body for me!"
And that was how he got his second undead. A good thing too, because he was reaching the place where the battle was the thickest, and the strongest warriors from both sides were joining swords.