Once again, Ollie crouched behind the trunk of a cypress tree overlooking the army that Owain Lothan and the Church had assembled against the Eldritch people. This time, however, several things were different.
The first time Ollie poked the hornets' nest, drawing the combined forces of several knights and lords into the cypress grove, the men had been fresh and alert. They had only recently built their camp, and the assault of the never-ending day had just begun. Now, however, the combined human forces were looking distinctly wilted, and the enthusiasm many of them held for earning glory by going to war against 'demons' had faded under the tedium of what amounted to guard duty protecting the sorcerers of the Inquisition.
"This time, you won't have such an easy time of it," Ollie said under his breath before giving Harrod the signal to begin his raid.
