Lief acknowledged their help and continued the fight. He did his very best to make sure none of them fell. He shouted out a few commands here and there, that the villagers were happy to follow. Hind mind wandered, he was back fighting enemy soldiers with an entire army at his command. Lief snapped out of it in less than a second. "I can think about that another time. He saw an orc come from behind one of the villagers and without thinking Lief threw his lance impaling the orc. More orcs had arrived and he now had to fight his way through using his sword to retrieve his lance. Lief had seen, taught, and commanded many soldiers on how to use swords, but his blows weren't perfect. His parries a bit clumsy and swings not as well placed as he would have liked, but the villager who's life had been saved saw what Lief was doing and joined in. Pitchforks and hoes looked highly painful. Lief soon retrieved his lance. He turned to the villager and held out his blade in thanks. "This blade is yours, you have earned it." Lief said thankfully. The villager looked at him and smiled.
"I think I will have to pass that offer down, my pitchfork and I have some good fighting to do, and not with another mans sword. Besides, you need it much more than I, you actually know how to use it." The villager laughed then ran off to impale more orcs.
Lief shrugged then returned to the battle.