"Right then." Hjalbir's plan showed presence of mind, as well as experience. He wondered whether he had occupied a command position in any of his mercenary groups or the Stormcloaks.
"Let's get the men ready. Spears, form up! Hold that line until you stop breathing, you hear? Archers, you get behind them." The bows were homemade ans small. The closer they were to the boar, the more force could be put into puncturing that thick hide. "Swords, behind the archers. Be ready to swap places if necessary." Khan took the two meat-baits from Hjalbir, and threw them at the ground roughly twenty yards ahead of the spearmen.
The party heard hoarse squealing from the camp not five minutes later. One of the ogres, sensing his animals were hungry, shoved the bolder aside and set the animals out. They came, all five of the massive hogs, running fast. Not too fast, however. It was the heavy-footed trot of a brute. Even bears were more agile. Khan wondered if this was due to inbreeding, or simply all-about stupidity. The spearmen moved about nervously. Khan took his place in the back.
He gripped the hilt of his claymore. It was a fine weapon, Skyforge make. Eorlund had alloyed steel and silver, so it glowed with a pure white flash. The hilt was red oak, and the scabbard Colovian leather with silver fittings. Unlike most two-handed users, he preferred the traditional straight crossguard to the angled. It gave him more protection, and honestly, he wasn't going to do any fancy fencing moves with it. As the first boar hit the lines, Khan gave a roar of approval at the spearmen's rebuttal. This was going to be fun.
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