"I feel lied to, Alan!" Samuel yelled as another arrow pinged off the wide brim of his helm
"Not much for it now. It's not like we can stop halfway through and enjoy a slice of orange and a mug of water, is HAAAA!"
They both stared at the quivering shaft that now protruded from Alan's chainmail. The links were completely useless against the bodkin heads. The soldier sagged to his knees amoung the muck of the churned earth and fallen bodies, tears in his eyes as he grasped at the wood piercing him. Samuel rushed ot his side, grabbing Alan's wrists.
"No, you fool! You remove that and you'll just bleed out." He dropped to be level with Alan, both men in the mud as the battle raged on about both men. The din of the battle, it's clanging steel and screaming men faded away for Samuel as he held onto his brother-in-arms.
"You were lied to, S-Sammy," Alan gasped "We... we were never..."
Alan coughed blood as he whispered his last "Never going to make it to the...to the juice vault..."
Designed to be the maximum allowable size under the Swordcraft rules set, this shield has the Epic Armoury tri-position grip to allow you to hold it no matter what style of shield bearer you need to be.
|Maintenance:||Treat with Silicone Maintenance Spray after each use for best results|
Optimised for Swordcraft shield rules