You can never imagine what it looks like when over ten thousand robust men, each towering over two meters tall, run desperately on the ground. If you must describe it using a relatively accurate phrase, it can only be said to be like a herd of mad bison furiously charging across the prairie in one direction—and this charge lasted for more than an hour.
The pervasive yellow dust in the sky, even to the always apprehensive Yale, signaled that something was amiss, but he never anticipated that his opponent would resort to such a method to achieve their goal. The battle had reached a fever pitch, and the Homer Knight Order was barely holding on, but the harassment from the sky proved to be a constant headache to Yale.
