Move 60ft in a straight line, trampling all targets in your way and knocking them prone.
Your boots thunder across the bloodied earth, muscles coiling like forged steel as you hurl yourself forward. Wind whips your cloak into a snapping banner, the enemy's ranks blurring into a wall of iron and flesh. Impact jars through your bones, shield shattering helms in a spray of splintered bone and crimson mist.