There’s a serious lack of actual chivalry in Chivarly: Medieval Warfare, and a lot more decapitations, murder, and screaming. I was dead, but I’d managed to murder the last of the Royal Family and win the round. A second later, my head tumbled from my shoulders and landed on top of my victim - I had forgotten about the guard. I switched to my axe and cut him down, slicing into his shoulder and cutting off his entire arm. Past the broken door was a cowering man, whimpering in a poorly lit corner of a dirty room. I raised my own weapon, he blocked, I feinted, and then I ran past him like a desperate mad man. The guard yelled at me and brought down his sword, which I deflected with my shield. Knights challenged me, but I ignored them all as I ran to my objective a broken door and a lone enemy. A fellow soldier standing next to me wasn’t so lucky, and I saw him grasping his throat and gurgling, inhumanly, before crumpling to the ground. Succeed or fail, this would be our final push.Īrrows shot past me, yet somehow, none found me. This was my faction’s last ditch attempt to secure victory.
Men roared as they charged at their foes, called out for help when they became surrounded, and shrieked as they burned alive. I was surrounded by the dreadful din of battle.
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