From atop the walls, Captain Kamly heard the call, and he gave a cry of his own. "PUT STRENGTH IN YOUR ARMS, MEN!" He said. "THIS WILL BE THE LAST BATTLE THAT YOU FIGHT!"
Broadstone shifted his army ready into position. What awaited what should have been the most perfect of flank-side engagements, was instead a spear wall of such tightness that water itself would have struggled to get through. When it came to the art of defence, few could equal Broadstone. That was just as true in the open field of battle as it was inside the castles that he was known so well for defending.
The cavalry rippled down the hill. Thousands of them. Broadstone and Blackwell both had remarked on the lack of horsemen that they had seen throughout their campaign. Though it was mostly sieges that they engaged in, so they had both dismissed it as the enemy ridding themselves of unnecessary mouths to feed, in the form of those extra few thousand beasts.
