Octavius heard the horn sound once again and spun to face the west. His heart sank as he realised what had happened. 'A feint.' Nervously smiling, he looked south at what had already begun its charge on the western front. It was too late to call them back.
Looking down at the northern assault, his men held the road firmly, as his force attacked the enemy's left flank. He didn't know who was leading the northern attack, but Octavius was impressed with how well they held. The casualties were heavy on both sides, and with friendly cavalry being blocked by Cyril, Magnus's forces were slowly being whittled away at. It was unsustainable, Octavius knew that whoever led the northern assault must have aswell.
Despite the desperate struggle his forces were enduring, Octavius knew that all it took was one wrong move for his men to break and provide Magnus a sigh of relief. "Order Commander Sergius to scale the southwestern hill and get behind the western flank."
