Smash!
"Haha! They are slow to react!" One of the elite soldiers of the enemies said as he smashed his mace into the chest of one of Frigs' soldiers that got thrown far because of the impact.
Before the advance force got the command and began to run between the archers (As they were stationed right behind the line of archers so the ranged units could shoot better), the most elite of the elites in the third army of the southern greater alliance have crashed into the left flank of the battle.
Each of their blows was deadly, killing a man in an instant and the left flank of Frigs' army soon got themselves into a bad situation. Connor, the commander of the left flank of the infantries, noticed, 'Fuc! Fuc, this can't happen!'
He took a look around for a moment; the moment being just a second long as he gripped his sword tightly. Once he was sure, he raised his sword to the sky and shouted, "Men currently not fighting! Follow me, we have better games to hunt!"
