A stroke of luck happened just as the enemies below us began to climb.
I saw the vanguard of their column shudder to a halt just short of being parallel to our sand dune, and I had an inkling as to what might have caused the disturbance among them.
Zooming out as far as Fool's Insight would allow, I just barely managed to see the middle of their line that was at this moment being attacked by a group of soldiers who'd lain in wait to ambush them.
There were maybe fifty of them, which shouldn't have made such a big impact against a column that numbered thousands, but the way they made use of the desert terrain of firs and sinkholes to their advantage was brilliant.
Al must have been leading them directly; otherwise, their meager squad would have been wiped out already. Instead, they'd managed to harass the enemy enough to keep them in place. And they did it in a way that made it look like there were way more of them than there actually were.
