Screams filled the air as the men fell -- even after they had all fallen. Most of them had fallen and broken their necks, legs, ribs, or arms. The commander of Thress' army yelled again as he ignored the blow hat they had just received."Fire the demon!"Even his voice shook a little even though he had tried his best to mask the trepidation evident in his voice.
The men launched arrows, catapults, stones, and spears all at the same time. It was not even uniformed any longer and didn't appear like the attack had come from one front as the soldiers now had fear resident in their hearts -- some had even lost all hope. They knew that they were going to die in this battle. And the promise that the king had made to them during his speech when they had assembled before the war had all gone up in smoke. Thress was even nowhere to be found at this point of the situation.
