What had begun as a one-sided slaughter in favor of the rebels had now transformed into a fierce battle. The two sides clashed with a thunderous roar, their lines colliding like tidal waves crashing against a rocky shore.
Men locked shields with their comrades, forming a wall as they pushed forward with thier weapons. Spears darted above the enemy's shields in deadly downward arcs or thrust, aiming for exposed throats and faces. Each thrust was swift and precise, immediately followed by a retreat to the safety of their shield wall. Soldiers moved with disciplined precision, their shields rising to protect their bodies as they reset their stances, readying for the next deadly exchange.
