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Inside the city, it was eerily quiet, save the occasional thud of a rock from the siege engines. The general populace were hiding inside their homes, and Helgen's soldiers weren't going west. Presumably they'd thought that the sound of the collapsing wall had come from somewhere else. As Robert neared the northern part of Helgen, he could hear the cries of battle, punctuated by the whistle of arrows as another volley was released. They turned another corner, and the knights soon saw Helgen's infantry fighting at the breach, where the heavy infantry of the north division was trying to break through.

"CHARGE!" Luciun cried, and immediately the knights started running towards the breach, weapons raised, Robert included. As the knights made contact with the rear of the infantry, the first rank was immiediately cut down, as most of the infantry weren't expecting a charge from behind. Robert felt his stomach wrench as he severed the arm of the poor sod on the other end of his sword. He didn't have anytime to linger on what he'd done, though, as another infantryman took his place. The soldier swung at Robert, and he barely parried the blow with his sword. Robert staggered back, and the soldier swung again. This time, Robert parried slightly better, and their swords locked. Robert tried to force the soldier's sword out of his hand, but the soldier was stronger than him. The soldier gave Robert a wild grin. He knew where this was going.

''Think, dammit. What did Hadgeir teach you?''

Just as the soldier was about to knock the sword out of Robert's grasp, he remembered. He kicked the soldier in the shin. He swore, but Robert followed up with a strike to the belly, which the soldier barely parried. He staggered back, and Robert finished the soldier off with a blow to the head. He moved forward to the next fight, now in a rage. The new foe raised up his axe for a power attack, but Robert stabbed him in the face before he could strike. He ran forward, and was about to strike the next man when he noticed the coat of arms. It was over.

"Come on, men!" Luciun shouted, as the archers stopped firing and moved forward. "We must aid our men in the east."