"Slade is a great swordsman of this era. There are only a few who can match him. Do not expect men from the wastelands to even come close to his might."
Sofia, her mother said softly. Her words sank into Liya's heart, causing the beautiful elf to smile. "Prepare the trebuchets. Once the cavalry are done with them, we'll crush those that remain."
While she spoke, the chaos on the battlefield grew. Desolate Wolves had to assemble themselves into a phalanx of three to six men. About five Desolate Wolves worked together as one; one would shield the lance of the cavaliers while another would use the spear.
One ran out, hurtling his spear through the air. The spear plunged a cavalier who was about to slay a Desolate Wolf who was kicked by a horse's hind legs. Before the soldier who threw the spear could run back to the phalanx, lightning came for him.
