Mansa's Final Stand: Part 2

The war raged on, but the wall was lost. Mansa could kill a hundred of the enemy but two hundred would replace it. "KEEP MOVING!" His voice shouted as he and his men retreated. He took the front, covering the retreat. He was the best warrior and knew that it would be hard to kill him.

A second man charged at him after killing the first. Mansa ducked, putting the shield into his stomach. Throwing him to the right he fell from the wall. It was endless. The staircase leading down had become a funnel for the Principality's soldiers to throw themselves into and desperately charge at them. He and two others held the very front. They were the best the wall could offer. Deflecting an attack coming down, he stabbed forward gutting a man.