It is difficult to truly explain the atmosphere in that ancient battlefield.
The base starting emotion was one of somber solemness brought about by the hugeness of the battlefield and its absolute state of misery.
The fact that thousands of real men and women, heroes all of them, actually died right there all those years ago made it all the more solemn.
The ground once feasted upon the rivers of blood that flowed out of their dead bodies, and depending on whether you believe in ghosts or not, the air was still thick with their wandering spirits.
As soon as the ambush was sprung, the atmosphere had taken a more thrilling and dangerous edge, but it was like a hot campfire trying to burn a hole on the thickest, most fire resistant blanket you had ever seen.
The participants of the battles were screaming, shouting and executing thrilling moves, but they did not bring any life back to the deadness and the stillness of the battlefield.
