Stomping the Pilgrims, pt. 2

Tannhauser gestured to the left of the front rank and sent all four spearheads swinging that way. Had they read his body, not his the gesture, they'd have seen he was headed to the right.
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In a stride he was inside their draught and their points were useless. With a stoop and sweep, thrust and pull, he scythed the two outer Pilgrims across the shins, and felt three good bites. As a swing and twist brought the iron-shod shaft against his hip, he switched length and forward grip, underhand, and shouldered the nearest Pilgrim aside while he was hopping on his one good leg. The Pilgrim fell on his crippled comrade and Tannhauser jabbed the man behind the goitre
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Tannhauser avoided a panicked sword swipe from elsewhere in the pack and darted round the flank of the outer file. Scythe grip, high port, slice and shove; arm, shoulder, hip; his run behind it, too. The rear-rank man was lifted from his feet, the blade so entrenched beneath the hinges of his jaw than Tannhauser felt it splinter the base of his skull
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Tannhauser ran the next rear-ranker through the loin from where he stood and carved him to the backbone and swept out and up to bat away the sword of the last in the rank. He followed through on the push, the pull, the hip, the circle, chopping through the side of his face to the depth of yonder nostril. He rolled the shaft with both hands as if cranking water from a well and felt the crackle as the blade prised the upper jaw from the rest of the face like an obstinate clamshell. The spontone slid free as he stepped back and he rammed him up under the breastbone and hoisted, and pitched him on the legs of the congested.
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He gored his way through the rest with contempt like a man shovelling shit. Yet as always he marked his targets and what the blade told him, noting any deviation of the result from his intention; for in the future any deviation might cost him a wound. Rising strokes under the ribcage. Upwards, piercing the Pilgrim nearest the wall above the left hip clipping the front of the spine as it burst the aorta. And out. Upwards, through the side of the gut of the next as he turned; a half squat and turn on the pull, the muscle and skin parting like cloth, the entrails mobile, tenacious, clinging to the tip as it pulled them out through the slit. And upwards, beneath  the floating ribs from behind the kidney, tripes, the point bursting from from the belly, pull back, hip twist, shove, slice, and pit as a scarlet mouth spewed from the loin.
-TTCoP, pg. 658-659