Of course, the Herder standard-bearer wouldn't pass up this opportunity and thrust his sword directly forward.
Winters, from above, struck down, knocking the enemy's saber askew, stepped forward, twisted his wrist and flicked, slicing open his opponent's neck.
The Herder standard-bearer's counterstroke was blocked by the breastplate; he couldn't believe it as he clutched his wound, staggering back until he collapsed in a corner of the wall.
A simple smack and a flick, two movements, were all it took to claim the life of the Herder standard-bearer.
Having dealt with the standard-bearer, Winters leaped onto the parapet, pulled out the horse-tail battle flag, and his voice, amplified by magic, echoed across the battlefield, "Come on! Look over here!"
No matter whether they understood or not, everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the figure on the city wall.
Winters roared and snapped the horse-tail battle flag in two, hurling it down the wall.