The air was heavy with the promise of blood.
The Sengolio scouts had seen them coming. By the time Liraeth's army reached the open fields before the captured town, enemy banners were already raised. Horns blared. From the walls and streets, the Sengolio army poured forth, rank upon rank of armored men, their roar echoing across the plain.
Then came the thunder.
"Shields up! Hold the line!" Gordon's voice boomed above the chaos as Liraeth's army clashed first.
Cavalry thundered from both sides, lances splintering in a storm of horse cries and screams. The crash of iron hooves shook the ground, men tumbling beneath trampling beasts.
"Forward! Don't give them ground!" Gordon shouted again, his sword flashing as he cut down a Sengolio soldier.
