"Hold them off!" Sateo screamed from the very bottom of his guts, trying his best for his scream to cut through all the noise of the ongoing battle.
And for what?
All for the sake of maintaining some semblance, a mere illusion of order.
'It's not a rout as long as officers stay in control!'
Following the mantra the training camp drilled into his mind, he kept poking with his spear, cutting with his knife, and shouting with his entire chest.
By now, Sateo couldn't care less about all the blood splattering down on his head. His face has long since been covered in a full, thick, and all-encompassing layer of blood, making him immune to the feeling of having a new layer of it plastered all over again.
"Kill them all!"
Cut, poke, slash, stab.
"Reinforce the second Barda!"
Poke, slash, stab, cut.
"Come on, you apes! Do you wanna live forever?!"
