Hulda motions to her men to advance. They carefully sneak through the dark forest and closer to the enemy's camp. It looks like the Lions are arrogantly sleeping and not expecting anyone to attack. So, Hulda pushes further and her men follow, holding their swords and shields.
"Ready." A loud voice resonates through the woods, making the Easterners halt. Hulda and her men watch as lines of fire are lit in the distance.
"What in the name of the Goddess?" She whispers to herself. Her eyes widen when hundreds of smaller fires appear.
"They are lighting their arrows on fire, chief." Her general, Njord, informs her.
"Draw." The voice orders in the distance as hundreds of soldiers draw their bows. "Shoot."
"Shield." Njord commands. The Easterners shield, but not everyone is successful. "Chief, we are outnumbered." Njord states the obvious. Hulda keeps her eyes glued to the rows of enemies readying their arrows.
