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Jul. 22nd, 2005 01:54 amThe silence was broken by screaming and yelling, men's cries rising high into the air, louder than the crashing of the waves upon the shore just behind them. One man stood in the midst of it all, shouting commands and watching with keen eyes as the troops advanced on the enemy, letting loose a single cry before raising his sword to signal a full advance.
"Archers!" The command shot through the air as though it were an arrow itself, followed by a sheet of them from the archers that stood in rows behind. In a single volley, they had taken down more than a thousand men, but still it was not enough and the enemy continued to advance.
"The gods have abandoned us!" his second cried, running to his side.
"The gods do not fight our battles!" he roared back, watching as the brave men who had come with him continued to push forward. "It is of our own free will that we are here. It is not the intention of the fates, nor the will of the gods. We are here for honour. We are here for country. We will perservere and we will be victorious! FORWARD!!"
Cheers erupted around him from those of his soldiers who had heard him speak. As they shouted their cries of victory, they marched ever onward, toward their futures, and toward their deaths.
"Archers!" The command shot through the air as though it were an arrow itself, followed by a sheet of them from the archers that stood in rows behind. In a single volley, they had taken down more than a thousand men, but still it was not enough and the enemy continued to advance.
"The gods have abandoned us!" his second cried, running to his side.
"The gods do not fight our battles!" he roared back, watching as the brave men who had come with him continued to push forward. "It is of our own free will that we are here. It is not the intention of the fates, nor the will of the gods. We are here for honour. We are here for country. We will perservere and we will be victorious! FORWARD!!"
Cheers erupted around him from those of his soldiers who had heard him speak. As they shouted their cries of victory, they marched ever onward, toward their futures, and toward their deaths.
