Exposition
Authen felt his breath catch as he saw the Sarrinad was party pass. Adjusting the grip on his spear, he waited for the signal. Men around him noticed what he was doing and copied his movements, anticipation mark all features. Authen suddenly felt a twinge of doubt, what is things went wrong? Quickly shaking the thought away, he checked his weapons one more time. Suddenly, many snaps filled the air as hundreds of bolts shot into the air, and sunk into the ranks of the Sarrinads. Knowing what to do, the men jogged at a steady pace before angling their spears and plunging them into the unsuspecting men.
Authen felt a sickening feeling as he plunged the spear into a chest, and heard the man's strangled moan, but then shook it off as instincts took it's course. Spearing another man, then drawing his sword as another was on top of him, he fought for his life next to his comrades. He sliced the man's arms and kicked him onto the next rank of soldiers, then moved his head to one side as a spear sliced his ear. The pain was unfelt, as the heat of battle had taken him. He found the owner and wrestled the spear away from him. Authen thrust the spear, then pulled it out of the corpse in time to lift his shield to deflect an arrow. He peered over the rim and threw the spear at the archer, and then noticed that was the last Sarrinad.
A jolt of pain brought him out of his war-daze, looking down, he saw that there were cuts numbering his arms and his legs, but he saw that there were friends and allies more injured than he was, so he went and helped carry them to the infirmary. After he recovered his spear, Authen set up his tent and plopped into bed, looking forward to the march home the next day.
Exhausted, Authen slept.
Edit: in my stupidity, I forgot they used crossbows.
Authen felt his breath catch as he saw the Sarrinad was party pass. Adjusting the grip on his spear, he waited for the signal. Men around him noticed what he was doing and copied his movements, anticipation mark all features. Authen suddenly felt a twinge of doubt, what is things went wrong? Quickly shaking the thought away, he checked his weapons one more time. Suddenly, many snaps filled the air as hundreds of bolts shot into the air, and sunk into the ranks of the Sarrinads. Knowing what to do, the men jogged at a steady pace before angling their spears and plunging them into the unsuspecting men.
Authen felt a sickening feeling as he plunged the spear into a chest, and heard the man's strangled moan, but then shook it off as instincts took it's course. Spearing another man, then drawing his sword as another was on top of him, he fought for his life next to his comrades. He sliced the man's arms and kicked him onto the next rank of soldiers, then moved his head to one side as a spear sliced his ear. The pain was unfelt, as the heat of battle had taken him. He found the owner and wrestled the spear away from him. Authen thrust the spear, then pulled it out of the corpse in time to lift his shield to deflect an arrow. He peered over the rim and threw the spear at the archer, and then noticed that was the last Sarrinad.
A jolt of pain brought him out of his war-daze, looking down, he saw that there were cuts numbering his arms and his legs, but he saw that there were friends and allies more injured than he was, so he went and helped carry them to the infirmary. After he recovered his spear, Authen set up his tent and plopped into bed, looking forward to the march home the next day.
Exhausted, Authen slept.
Edit: in my stupidity, I forgot they used crossbows.