Momentum Il

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We break into the line at full speed,
Boots hit mud, blades already up.
Spells rise slow in shaking hands,
Too late to stop what’s coming through.
No shields, no pause, no shouted calls,
We cut and run and cut again.
They try to stand and shape their words -
We are already in.

They form their ranks.
We tear them open.

We rush the fight, we love the clash,
Breath short, vision sharp.
Steel moves faster than their hands,
Faster than their marks.
No stopping once the charge begins,
No stepping back from this -
We were built to break this line,
And we enjoy every hit.

The first one steps into my path,
Fire gathering at his palm.
I don’t slow down, I don’t wait -
I close the gap and strike him down.
One cut across, one forward step,
His spell dies with his breath.
He hits the ground, the space is clear -
The way is open, paid in flesh.

I hear my brothers surge behind me.
The breach is made.

We rush the fight, we love the clash,
Every muscle pulled tight.
The faster it gets, the cleaner it feels -
This is how we fight.
No stopping once the charge begins,
No mercy in the press -
The line is broken, move through now,
Don’t slow for what I left.

The next ones hit me all at once,
Heat and force from every side.
My legs give out, my arm goes numb,
The ground comes up - I slide.
I try to stand, I swing once more,
But speed is gone, the rhythm’s dead.
I fall where I opened the way,
Knowing they’ll pass over me.

I don’t look back.
They won’t need me now.

We pass him where he hit the ground,
We don’t break stride, we don’t slow down.
The path he cut stays open wide,
We run it hard, we run it proud.
Spellcasters fall left and right,
Steel keeps carving through the field.
He gave us space with his own body -
Now we pay it back in blood and steel.

We run past him without a word,
Blades up, eyes locked ahead.
The gap he cut is still wide open,
And we pour through where he bled.
Spells fly high, spells break short,
Hands shake, voices crack.
They try to regroup, to form a wall -
We hit them in the back.

No slowing down.
No breaking pace.
We finish what he started.

We drive them back step after step,
Steel first, bodies next.
They fall before they finish words,
Before the signs connect.
He bought this ground with his own fall -
We make it count right now.
The field is ours by forward force,
And we will not slow down.

One tries to run - he doesn’t make it,
Cut down mid-turn, face to dirt.
Another lifts both hands to cast,
Takes a blade straight through the throat.
Fire burns, frost bites deep,
Some of us go down hard.
We step over our own and push,
No space for fear or pause.

They’re breaking fast.
They know it now.

We cut them down across the field,
The line is gone, the order breaks.
Bodies pile where spells collapse,
Steel decides what magic takes.
He fell first - and we remember.
We run faster because of him.
The path is clear, the cost is paid -
And we are still moving in.