The sounds of battle filled the air clashing swords, shouts of defiance, and the cries of those fighting for their freedom. Evelyn felt the weight of her sword as she parried a blow from an enemy soldier, her training kicking in as she moved instinctively. She ducked under his swing and countered with a precise strike, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Around her, her allies fought bravely, holding their ground against the king's forces. Rowan was a whirlwind of energy, his movements fluid and powerful as he fought alongside Finn, who used his brute strength to overpower opponents. The archers provided crucial support, picking off soldiers who attempted to flank them from the edges of the camp.
As they pressed deeper into the chaos, Evelyn noticed a group of soldiers attempting to regroup near the supply tents. "To the supplies!" she shouted, rallying her companions. "If we take out their provisions, we can cripple their ability to fight back!"
