The sound of Fourty fully armed and armored soldiers marching caused a general discordant noise of clanking metal and shifting chains. They marched with purpose and in each of the young men’s eyes shown a lust for battle. The blazing red of their cities emblem crested their shields and banners giving them each a measurement of pride. A nudge to his side brought Talon’s attention to the man marching on his left. After retracting his elbow the young man spoke in hushed tones. “They say it’s a band of those brutes from the north. It should be a cakewalk.” The boy, barely old enough to be called a man said with a wink and a flash of a grin. Talon responded with a wide grin and returned his attention to marching. It was quite clear he was eager for the battle to begin as well; it promised adventure, excitement and good sport.
That’s all that the barbarian incursions ever amounted to, and the commanders who had sent them out this morning assured them an easy victory so there was no reason for concern. The squad that had been assembled was a bit of a curiosity to Talon though… As he looked around it was all the youngest of the army, seemingly all placed in a singular battalion. Even their commanding officer was only a year or two older than Talon, who himself was about twenty. Perhaps wanting to get all of us some combat experience at once, he thought inwardly, glancing around at his fellow soldiers now with a more keen interest. As he was glancing about the horn in the forward column sounded. It was already time for the charge? But we’re barely a mile from the city… these barbarians must be simple minded indeed. He drew his sword and began to charge down the hill they had crested. The angle gave him an opportunity to see their quarry below. Perhaps fifteen or so.. Talon quickly estimated.
The barbarian group immediately began to retreat back north, leaving a cope of trees to their west, likely hoping to reach the craggy area some distance north. Talon thought it was a poor choice, but they were barbarians after all. The brigade kept its steady run, pursuing the fleeing group past the trees, and as the last of the columns passsed the trees, cries of alarm began to fill the air. “To the West!” the terrified voices screamed as arrows and crude spears flew out from the edge of the woods. A deafening roar sounded from that direction and a full host of barbarians wearing skins and furs, many of them bare-chested and covered in paint charged. Talon readied his sword as the fellow that was on his right caught a spear squarely in his chest. It was madness and the column broke in disarray. “Retreat!” many of the young men cried while the young sergeant tried to rally them. “Come back you cowards!” Talon shouted to the top of his lungs turning to see the majority of the forty soldiers fleeing back towards the hill they had just charged down.
The primitive warriors had already anticipated the retreat and flooded like a stream of black and brown along the side of the hill. There is no escape… and no hope of victory.. Talon thought, full of dismay as his brethren were being cut off and slain. Above the chaos he allowed something to catch his eye. There at the top of that hill stood a horse and a single rider, baring the same crimson that marked Talon as a member of the cities army. He was peering through a looking device, long and tubular Talon had once used the same tool for scouting. His thoughts clamored for a moment as the roar of battle buzzed around him. The cavalry?! His mind cheered and questioned all in the same moment. His eyes remained fixed on the man with the scouting device when a barbarians club landed brutally on his armored head. The blow was of such ferocity that even with the protection of his helmet Talons world went black.
That’s all that the barbarian incursions ever amounted to, and the commanders who had sent them out this morning assured them an easy victory so there was no reason for concern. The squad that had been assembled was a bit of a curiosity to Talon though… As he looked around it was all the youngest of the army, seemingly all placed in a singular battalion. Even their commanding officer was only a year or two older than Talon, who himself was about twenty. Perhaps wanting to get all of us some combat experience at once, he thought inwardly, glancing around at his fellow soldiers now with a more keen interest. As he was glancing about the horn in the forward column sounded. It was already time for the charge? But we’re barely a mile from the city… these barbarians must be simple minded indeed. He drew his sword and began to charge down the hill they had crested. The angle gave him an opportunity to see their quarry below. Perhaps fifteen or so.. Talon quickly estimated.
The barbarian group immediately began to retreat back north, leaving a cope of trees to their west, likely hoping to reach the craggy area some distance north. Talon thought it was a poor choice, but they were barbarians after all. The brigade kept its steady run, pursuing the fleeing group past the trees, and as the last of the columns passsed the trees, cries of alarm began to fill the air. “To the West!” the terrified voices screamed as arrows and crude spears flew out from the edge of the woods. A deafening roar sounded from that direction and a full host of barbarians wearing skins and furs, many of them bare-chested and covered in paint charged. Talon readied his sword as the fellow that was on his right caught a spear squarely in his chest. It was madness and the column broke in disarray. “Retreat!” many of the young men cried while the young sergeant tried to rally them. “Come back you cowards!” Talon shouted to the top of his lungs turning to see the majority of the forty soldiers fleeing back towards the hill they had just charged down.
The primitive warriors had already anticipated the retreat and flooded like a stream of black and brown along the side of the hill. There is no escape… and no hope of victory.. Talon thought, full of dismay as his brethren were being cut off and slain. Above the chaos he allowed something to catch his eye. There at the top of that hill stood a horse and a single rider, baring the same crimson that marked Talon as a member of the cities army. He was peering through a looking device, long and tubular Talon had once used the same tool for scouting. His thoughts clamored for a moment as the roar of battle buzzed around him. The cavalry?! His mind cheered and questioned all in the same moment. His eyes remained fixed on the man with the scouting device when a barbarians club landed brutally on his armored head. The blow was of such ferocity that even with the protection of his helmet Talons world went black.
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