Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel
grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's
helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon.
Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.
