You sweep hard, and he falls back to the ground. You then plant your axe in his chest. One of your swordsmen and one archer lies dead on the ground, along with the four two-handers. You give a nod of sympathy to Mike. * ”We have to press on. We are near the end, I can feel it.” * ”We aren’t going to stop now. Now its personal. Lead on!” You nod, and throw open the huge door. A blinding light comes from the door.