The Beastman adjutant looked down in confusion to find that his abdomen and chest had been run through at some point. Veins bulged beneath his skin, as if desperately trying to save his life.
He realized the blood wasn't from a human; it was his own.
The glory of his forefathers, the prosperity of humanity, riding a Warg Mount across boundless fields... In his final moments, the Beastman adjutant recalled his forefathers' descriptions of the war from thirty years ago.
He remembered General Curry saying that the boundless fields of the Franks had once belonged to the Beastmen.
'What do boundless fields even look like?'
.....
After several charges back and forth by the human Heavy Cavalry, the infantrymen from the rear finally, belatedly, arrived.
In fact, this was the perfect time for the human Infantry to enter the fray. Robson had deliberately waited for this very moment.
