The cleric with the rose stood, holding the flower over his chest. The other four warriors stood around the unarmed priest and lifted their fearsome crimson swords, pointing them outside, in different directions.
"Eina Somashta Aika Daranng," chanted the bearded priest, closing his eyes.
"Rei'tha Daran Yara Somashta," the other four warriors chanted, following their leader.
Waves of Zenith barbarians began to climb over the battlements, screaming and cursing.
"Eina Somashta Aika Daranng."
"Rei'tha Daran Yara Somashta."
The four armed priests began to spin and twirl, lashing out their weapons at different angles and directions. At every twist they stood opposite to the bearded priest, and at the same time, they moved around the bearded cleric. The spinning was getting faster and faster.
Zenith warriors attacked. The four priests became a crimson hissing blur. Barbarians were hacked to pieces. The crimson blur moved along the battlement, clearing its way with blood and screams.
The astonished comrades looked over the battlement. All along the wall there were other spinning men. And they were clearing the wall of the Zenith.
"What the hell is this?!" swore Breanor.
"Gentlemen," an iron voice called behind them, "you've just witness the most feared ritual of the Scarlet Rose Brotherhood."
"The Blooming Rose" Weron paled, "They said, The Rose of Blood has ever its thorns. We are the thorns who fill the blood...."
Innikas smiled, "What a surprise; a cultured brother..."
"But... no one could see the ritual and live.... why..."
Innikas stepped away, "A boon for your courage, for your resolution to remain on the wall. Though a little bit more of uncertainty and you'd be blasted away like the Zenith."
The screams of the attackers were dying away while Innikas, the High of the Scarlet Rose Brotherhood, descended the wall.
The Scarlet Rose Brotherhood Monastery