Seven hours after their valiant call to arms...
The clash of steel mixed with the roars of pure confidence as the two armies clashed. Ogres tossed boulders the size of cows at the simple stone walls, crushing soldiers beneath the rubble. Minotaurs smashed their bodies with their colossal figures of pure muscle.
Knights charged forward, desperate for victory, cutting into the monster hordes, slaying, vanquishing until their confidence and pride shattered in the might of a troll's brutal and impossible physical might.
There was only so far confidence, drive and determination could take a man.
Until everything came crashing down.
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"Hold the courtyard!"
"Push back the orcs, use those wooden planks!"
Orders barked from the commanding knights, desperate to keep the monsters out of the inner keep and courtyard where the last stand would take place.
Alan's blade dripped with black, blue and green hues of monster blood.
