You find the weakest link in the chain and exploit it, driving a wedge between the enemy.
You're sure not to overextend yourself. With exhaustion already creeping in, you make sure to not succumb to bloodlust.
Your soldiers follow behind you as you press deeper into the enemy line, cutting a bloody trail through the path of least resistance.
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Three hours have passed since the start of the battle. You've been engaged with the enemy for a long while now. Your armor is soaked with blood. Sweat is pouring down your body.
For the first time in several minutes, you have a moment of respite. Your visor is raised so that you may breathe unimpeded. You control your breathing as much as possible in your state.
You're in the center of your own infantry lines. You're pressed up against your fellow soldiers on all sides. You peer over their heads to scan the enemy lines. It's difficult to judge how effective your intervention was.
From what you can tell, neither side is going to be able to fight for much longer. No more arrows or bolts mar the sky. Your archers are out of ammunition. It's now down to the footman with his spear and axe to decide the battle.
Suddenly, the battle shifts. There's a certain stillness in the air. The calm before the crashing storm.
Your veteran eyes can see it in the way the lines are moving.
Something is about to happen.
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