Alex stood before both Templar Knights and a Ser. It truly was beginning to turn into one of her fathers stories. She said little for she know time was short:<br/><br/>"Apologies for returning absent victory or death. I shall see either delivered shortly however." She turned away from the pair to look toward the oncoming hordes of death and destruction. As the defenders, they had the advantage of being dug in, if only just. The barbarians were none to bright luckily. They made a foolish move by charging the vast majority of the way to the village. While the defenders might tire from battle, the barbarian horde had ran most of the way as well as fought. Of course for some of them this would be as child's play. But the weaker runts would be harder pressed. They also had what little remained of the towns archers taking pot shots at them, eroding both their numbers and their morale.<br/><br/>Thats what she told herself anyway. She was trying to stack the odds against her opponents in her head. The wind was blowing slightly against them, maybe it'd slow them down. She holstered her shield over her back, reaching for a second shorter sword hidden in a small compartment of her shield. Her brother had shown her that trick.<br/><br/>"Putting your shield across your back guards your neck and back. Take your short swords. And see? Defend yourself by killing all those in front of you! Simple!".<br/><br/>In theory the idea was excellent. And yet she had only found it to be of use when you weren't too hard pressed from behind. The twin blades would be of more use in the tight position. It gave her more room to swing rather than trying to use a shield in such tight quarters. She clanged the two blades against each other, the sound almost instrumental as if practised. She stood ready, blades in hand to face the horde.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>