When the reinforcements arrived an hour later, the battle was still going on, and the muddy field was becoming even more of a swamp, a whiter one.
The battlefield was odd. In the middle of it was a miserable looking Mountain who felt like a reef the armored whitish ocean was trying to break and drown without success. But it was a one-sided massacre like it had been since the beginning. The spectacle was chilling, seen from the aircrafts that had yet to land. Life felt insignificant as bodies crumbled at each contact, the suppression such that Mountain didn't bother being technical, only brutal. Brutal and ruthless. The ground below him, despite being a swamp now, was visible in the middle of the territory that looked like his. Beyond that, bodies without life made a carpet to keep the foot of anyone who would pass through dry, a sickening fact.
