[A/N: Make sure you check the para-comments for battle plan images.]
It was absolute madness as mayhem took over the battlefield. Before Sylvester's army even clashed with the enemies, he had already sung his song of fire and blood.
Limbs and heads flew around with each explosive arrow. Some died on the spot, and some were unfortunate enough to receive a slow death as they bled in pain and cried.
The bombardment kept coming and killing the Knights who fell from their horses and could not run fast due to the mud.
Sylvester raised his arm in the distance, ready to send the inquisitors out to engage as Duke's soldiers started to organise themselves towards the back. But still, a lot of damage had been done, and it had broken the spirit of all the soldiers.
