He wore a wide-brimmed hat, with a feather stuck through it in the place of a helmet. That was all. From the black colour of it, it must have been hot enough to melt, but the man didn't show the slightest signs of discomfort. If anything, he looked dry. As if there was no well from which sweat could spring forth.
If the man had no moisture, he certainly had soldiers in endless supply. His hand went up, and another wave was sent out. Gently lapping against the sea. He betrayed no reaction when ladders were cut down, or when men were filled with arrows. He didn't seem to mind that barely half the soldiers that went out came back. He just kept up his endless attack.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
