The haze took him. Or maybe he fed himself to it. It was all orange and it shook and blurred with every sound. Every ring of a pike on a shield and every rattling order of the drum made his vision shiver. He ran up the wounded wall as if gravity were a myth and flung himself over the enemy spears.
They bristled beneath him and eyes tilted up through visors. The way he fell down between the spears, it was like he knew something that steel did not. Maybe it was just luck. But with a savage scream, Leir came crashing down upon helmets and armor. Kicking out with his feet, crushing down with a fist of clawed mithril, lashhing about with his holy sword. The blade rent steel as if it were shoots of plainswheat.
Their rank broke. He seized a broken pike in his claw shield and started thrust them back. When he pierced one through the chest he'd drag him in, batter the helmet crushed with the hilt of his blade.
The banner flapped high above. Emerald, swaying back and forth as the boy who cradled it in his off hand ducked and leapt to stay behind the Champion. The young sylvan had to clamber over the bodies of friend and foe alike.
"You cowards wanted a fight!" Leir roared. He held both arms out wide, spreading them out like a halo of blood around his head, leaving himself completely open. A pike darted in to skewer him.
That's when the counter attack surged around the Champion, Iluvatar at its head, axes biting deep and snarling away the arms of the attackers.