The king had nowhere to run. All he could hear was the sounds of screams of dying outside.
When noises stopped and after a few moments of torturing silence, the king suspected that all his men were dead even Krane the three armed man, so he unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards the hall's entrance awaiting his imminent doom.
The door swung open and as soon as the king laid eyes on the man standing in the entrance sights of relief were heaved. One arm clenching a bloodied head the other a longsword and the third an iron shield.