The tide of men crashed into the western flank. From atop the hill, archer fire fell, like a storm from thinning the tide, but with each man killed, another took his place. Cassius clicked his tongue as he watched from a distance, leading the second wave flanking the west. He wished to send men up to charge and dislodge the archers, but with the thin shield walls placed in front of them to defend against any attack, he had no choice but to delay and wait for the archers to run out of arrows.
Cassius knew he had fewer troops than Octavius. It was true at the start of the war and even more so after the last battle. Everything he did had to be timed perfectly, and that was why he took command over the flank. 'With two directions to fire in, they will eventually run out.' Taking a deep breath, Cassius led the second wave into the western flank.
