You ride away from the battle, sweaty and winded. You rejoin the staff and give a quick report of the situation to Darin and Elya.
From amidst the struggle unfolding before your eyes, something feels different. Your veteran senses can detect things your brain cannot name. You can just… tell.
Subtle changes in the way the men are fighting. The obvious exhaustion in their strokes. The full commitment of both sides…
Even the sound is different. The excitement of battle is fully worn away, replaced by a furious, animalistic desperation. They're not the cries of men, but of beasts in the shape of men.
The battle is nearly over.
You know it is.
Another hour, perhaps less, until one side breaks.
There's nothing else you can do.
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