"TUSSSLE!" Fitzer shouted, desperately trying to mobilize his troops, seeing his comrade, and his rival, tossed about between the enemy like a bear being baited by a group of knights. There was naught to be done, but he had to try anyway.
Atop the walls of Solgrim, Prince Hendrick felt his blood running cold. He prayed desperately to all the Gods that he knew the names of, his fingers clenched in prayer, yet the Gods greeted him with nothing but silence – silence and the play of one of his Generals being sent to the grave.
