The banner dropped, and the army exploded into a sea of motion. The Mahout surged forwards towards the enemy shield war; the dust from the charging war elephants covered the tracks. The air was filled with the war cries of the warriors as they sliced down their foes.
Bows were drawn, and arrows were nocked and loosed in one fluid motion. The sky darkened with the deadly rain of arrows, and the enemy line wavered under the onslaught.
The charging infantry clashed with the shield wall. The shield wall was a terrifying place. The one where the heroism of men didn't matter. The ugly and harrowing sight of the shield wall was evident as the screams of the wounded and dead echoed alike. The hammering of iron against each other.
The pikes peeking through the gaps of the shield wall were directly driven into the throats and bellies of the incoming enemy. The wounded cry out, fall, and get trampled by the living.
